i know i have a lot of stories in the wip. but i have writers block and a ton of stuffs goin down in mah life and i need something i can just- throw together.
this will have multiple ships, platonic(dunno how to spell it-) or otherwise
warning;
will...
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It was a normal morning, patton was cooking up some breakfast for his famILY. He hummed softly over the gentle sizzle of the bacon that was cooking on the stove top, his faze flickered over to the table. Where, virgil and Roman were launching little sugar cubes at each other while logan watched in utter disappointment. Patton gave a little laugh as he lifted the pan and carefully slid the bacon onto a plate with a fork. "Breakfast is served!" He cheered as he happily placed down a few plates, one containing a huge stack of pancakes, so that each person could just take as many as they want. And another containing the freshly cooked bacon, logan had some toast on his plate already for his crofters, while both roman and virgil had scrambled eggs on theirs(cuz fight me). Everyone settled down into their seats and fell into a rhythm of clinking silverware and little patches of soft chatter. Suddenly virgil lurched forward slightly, his hand hitting against his own chest as he started coughing, choking on a small bit of bacon. Patton gazed at him with worry "jeez virgil! Don't die on me!" He exclaimed, hesitantly reaching out with a hand in case he needed help. Virgils coughing paused as he took a few deep breathes, obviously now okay. He suddenly slammed his hands on the table and stared at them with a deadpan look "don't tell me what to do, i'll die whenever the hell i want!" The emo b0i exclaimed, crossing his arms with a soft huff as the other three stared at him with utter confusion and slight concern.
