TextPal

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It's been about a month since Virgil started his Textpal assignment. He was still very nervous about it but the one thing he loved about it was Princey never pressured him for information... Except for his pronouns. He's learned Princey was kind and caring. He had a heart not many people these days had. 

They just talked for the most part. Neither party giving out to much information save for the fact that Virgil took Sociology, Drama, and Creative Writing. Plus that Princey was a major Disney nerd had gone to Westvale University for a degree in Theater. It made sense then that Princey had some of his classes then since Virgil was going for Creative writing... with a minor in Theater production.

Virgil always dreamed of being the one behind the script. The person writing the stories that the directors and actors make real. That was why he paid extra attention in Drama and Production so that he could learn how things worked after the script went to paper. Writing the story is one thing but its only one step. Virgil wanted to make sure he understood the whole process.

Sir.Sings-a-lot: I'm BoOoOoReEeEeD!!!
Sir.Sings-a-lot: Talk to me?
Anx: Wow... aren't you needy
Sir.Sings-a-lot: My boss is killing me!
Anx: If your dying then how are you texting me?
Sir.Sings-a-lot: I'M DYING OF BOREDOM!
Sir.Sings-a-lot: He's been making us do the same thing over and over again for hours now.
Sir.Sings-a-lot: Honestly, reminds me of my time in Drama!
Anx: Oh geez, Princey calm yourself... I'm sure that's an insult to Mr. Davidson.
Anx: XD *Read*

Sir.Sings-a-lot: Goodbye cruel world...
Sir.Sings-a-lot: Anx, tell my boss...
Sir.Sings-a-lot: …
Sir.Sings-a-lot: I was the one that ate his crofters...
Sir.Sings-a-lot: (x_x)
Sir.Sings-a-lot: I'm dead...
Anx: OMG! U dramatic bitch! (^U^)
Sir.Sings-a-lot: *Ghost prince feigns offense … *Offended Ghost Princey noises
Anx: Seriously? You're gonna keep this up?
Sir.Sings-a-lot: *Ghost prince nods enthusiastically at nothing since this is all though text and Anx can't really see him … *Ghost prince laughs hysterically at the thought of what kind of stink face Anx must be making at his phone …
Sir.Sings-a-lot: *Ghost prince admits his stupidity but refuses to drop the act … *Ghost prince smirks ... ;P
Anx: I'm done with you!
Sir.Sings-a-lot: !!!!!!
Anx: I'm leaving!
Sir.Sings-a-lot: *Ghost prince screams for Anx not to leave … *Ghost prince enjoys company …
Sir.Sings-a-lot: *Ghost prince is VERY bored !!!!
Anx: *Anx is angry ... *A Very Very Angry Anxiety !!! *Read*

Sir.Sings-a-lot: …
Sir.Sings-a-lot: Uh... ???
Sir.Sings-a-lot: Anxiety... (?n?) *Read*

“Virgil!” The anxious man jump knocking his phone on the desk, causing him to drop it. Lets just say the sound it made was obvious. The teacher sighed as Virgil reached down to pick it up only for him to frown seeing the shattered mess the screen had become. “Well, I'd say give me the phone but this isn't high school... and I think that would be a little over kill at this point. Just please pay attention.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Graves.” Virgil mumbled quietly as people snickered around him. Great... just great. Now what was he supposed to do. His phone lit up in his desk and Virgil's heart dropped.

Sir.Sings-a-lot: Anx? What did you mean by angry anxiety?
Sir.Sings-a-lot: You there?
Sir.Sings-a-lot: Oh no... not again... Anx is everything ok? *Read*

Virgil tried to text back but his screen went haywire resulting in something along the lines of...

Anx:V8nf3jp/ wg4e. Udg b4
Sir.Sings-a-lot: ???
Sir.Sings-a-lot: Am I supposed to know what that means?
Sir.Sings-a-lot: Anx? *Read*