"Reluctantly" Friends

Cuddles

Deceit was a liar. The only nice thing his room did, for reasons the other sides couldn't fathom, was made it impossible to lie. It rendered Deceit's annoying habit useless. Which Deceit loved, seeing as how there was no translation necessary from falsehood to truth being made and possibly misinterpreted.

 .....

The first time Virgil and Deceit had an actual conversation was in the living room after the Accepting Anxiety videos.

 .....

"What are you not doing?" Deceit asked casually, glancing over at Virgil.

Virgil briefly looked up from his phone. "Tumblr. Why are you talking to me?"

"Because I don't like you," Deceit replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh." Virgil looked back at his phone, before his head shot up. He stared diabelievingly at Deceit.

"Wait, you DO like me? Why?" Virgil asked incrediously.

"You are unkind and not funny. You are unpleasant to be around." Deceit watched Virgil work the statement around, flipping words and rooting out the lies.

"Oh," he said again. "Okay."

Deceit frowned. "Do you want me to not prove it to you? I cannot tell the truth in my room," he suggested.

"Wait, your room stops you from doing your job?" Virgil demanded.

Deceit nodded. "Uh...that makes NO sense, but by all means, lead the way," Virgil offered, still confused.

Deceit grabbed Virgil's arm and sunk out, reappearing in his room. "Your name is Virgil Sanders, and you represent Thomas' anxiety. I am his deceit. See? No lies," Deceit proudly demonstrated, grinning.

"How is this possible?" Virgil demanded.

Deceit shrugged, grinning. "Blame the author."

Virgil stared. "The what now?"

"The author," Deceit repeated. "You know, the weird teenage girl writing this fanfiction instead of sleeping even though it's three in the morning," Deceit explained.

Virgil sighed and rolled his eyes, too tired to even try to understand what Deceit was rambling about. "Whatever. Wanna watch Mulan?"

Deceit shrugged. "Cool."

Virgil grinned. "I love this room."

"Yeah...me too."

 .....

Deceit's hand brushed against Virgil's leg as the two sat down back out in the mindscape. The anxious side hissed at him, jerking away. Deceit pulled away, muttering a backwards apology.

"Whateves, it's chill," Virgil mumbled, already fixated on the screen. The next time Deceit looked back at him, Virgil was fast asleep, snuggled into his blanket. Carefully, Deceit tugged on a corner of the blanket, trying to slide underneath. Virgil opened his eyes. "What, slimy boi?" he asked, still half asleep, squinting up at Deceit.

"I'm not cold," he complained. With a sigh, Virgil listed the blabket, allowing Deceit to curl up under the fuzzy fabric with a contented huff. Ten minutes later, they were both asleep.

 .....

Thomas yawned, streching as he stood up, exasperated at his computer's refusal to cooperate. "Virgil?" he called, confused by the silence in the mindscape. "Logan, Roman!" The two sides sprang up, Roman with his usual formal Prince attire, and Logan wearing...a pink and white unicorn onsie.

"Uuuuuhhhhhh...."

"I...you....ugh!" Logan stuttered. Quickly, he snapped his fingers and was immediately dressed in his usual dress shirt and tie.

"Where's Virgil?" Thomas asked, starting to get worried the longer the side stayed MIA.

"I heard noises from the living room earlier, so I assume he is watching an electronic theatrical prodiction of some sort. Have you checked the living room in the mindscape?" Logan asked.

Thomas facepalmed. "WHY...did I not think of that?"

Logan shrugged, already sinking out, followed by Roman and Thomas.

 .....

Virgil awoke with a start to whispers coming from across the room. Startled, he sat up, looking around wildly. Logan, Roman and Thomas stood before him, mumbling to each other. "What is going on?" he asked. He glanced at Deceit, who was still out cold, wondering if the deceitful side had sharpied his face while he was asleep.

Thomas looked up sharply. "Oh thank god, Virgil, you're awake. Are you okay? We didn't want to move you away from him while you were asleep, but Deceit wouldn't wake up, so we had to just leave you there, did he hurt you?"

"I'm sorry........what?"

"Did Deceit hurt you?" Thomas asked, looking worried. Patton was standing off to the side, twisting his fingers nervously.

Roman had a hand on Patton's shoulder. The other was wrapped around the hilt of his sword, reay to draw it if trouble was raised.

Logan was blank as ever, but kept sending Deceit uncertain glances whenever he thought the others weren't looking. "Uh...guys? You do realise that I was willingly watching a movie with Deceit...right?" Virgil asked slowly, raising an eyebrow at Thomas. The Host flushed and looked away. Patton shuffled his feet guiltily while Roman released his grip on his sword, looking sheepishly at Deceit.

"Oh...sorry...."

Deceit blinked sleepily, beginning to wake up. Virgil glanced over at him, grinning at the other side's disheveled appearance. "Virgil? Wha's goi'g 'n? he asked, still to groggy to lie, his worda slurred.

"They thought you were holding me captive," Virgil said, snorting with laughter at how ridiculous it sounded when he voiced it aloud.

Deceit just rolled his eyes and pushed back under the blankets. The next time a side walked in on Virgil and Deceit, they knew better than to interfere.