Roman took a step out of his door and instantly sensed someone to his left and turned to see Virgil on the floor in front of his own door.
"Don't flip your lid, Princey." Virgil looked up at the concerned side. "I'm fine."
"Ha! You're fine, and LeFou hated rainbows."
Virgil reached a hand out for Roman to help him stand, and the prince happily obliged. "I can't duck out at the moment."
"Oh, so you are just being normal for once." Roman smiled at Virgil; he looked weird without his hoodie and only natural dark rings under his eyes."As normal as I am ever going to get," shrugged Virgil.
"To be honest," Roman snapped his fingers and Virgil had his patchwork hoodie back on; hood on his head, pushing his bangs over his eyes. "I wouldn't want you any other way. Angst and all."
Virgil chuckled and couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face. He had thought that, after everything that had happened at the cliff, Roman would have avoided him; or at least treated him with caution. Instead, Roman actually seemed... Kinder. More accepting.
"OH. MY. GOODNESS." Patton's overly excited voice rang throughout the common area. Virgil glanced up to see Patton looking down the hall at him and Roman.
Logan came around the corner, "What is the problem, Patton?"
"I'mSoHappy! LookAtTHoseTwo! TheyAreSmiling!"
"I think we broke him," Roman looked at Virgil, as the two headed towards the still trembling and giggling Patton.
"Quick, insult me before he explodes... Or I throw up." Virgil sat at the table and pulled on his hood strings to conceal his face further.
"Ah, um, your face is insulting."
"That was the least creative insult I have ever heard from you," Logan commented. "Patton, you need to calm yourself before you pass out."
"I just feel like it's my birthday," Patton giggled. "So many wholesome moments today, AND I'VE GOT COOKIES!"
Logan rubbed his forehead and sighed; exasperated by Patton's over the top reaction. "I will never understand what goes through your mind, Patton."
Virgil loosened his hoodie and adjusted it off his face as Logan placed two large pizzas onto the table. Food wasn't something the sides required to function, but it was a comforting action. Virgil only started eating meals in recent months; now he couldn't imagine existing without breaking up his days with a meal of some form. The positive to all the recent events was that he was getting to eat with the others. When the focus wasn't on him; the event was comforting.
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"Looks like the full days rest did you some good, Virgil." Logan commented, finishing off a piece of pizza.
Virgil choked on his own pizza. "What!? Why did you let me sleep that long?" Virgil had considered that he had been asleep for an extended period, but hearing it was true was still a shock.
"You looked so cute. I didn't want to wake you"
"Clearly you required it. Waking you didn't seem necessary."
Virgil looked at Roman, "What's your excuse?"
"I only wake royalty," Roman grinned.
"Roman never had the opportunity to. He was in his room the whole time you were asleep."
Roman groaned and looked at Logan, "Way to ruin my insult, Sher-not."
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Sides of a Hero
Ficción GeneralA different take on the sides being various impulses/ways of thinking, and fusing together to form the different parts of Thomas' personality. Virgil keeps his past to himself out of fear and guilt. He may be a main side now, but was that what he wa...