Operation Prinxiety (With a Side of Logicality)

Chapter Twenty

I've been feeling a little off lately. I don't know why! I should be feeling great! After all, I've been spending a lot more time with Virgil and it's been so fun! 

I haven't been getting the usual creative boost, even when I'm in my room. Thomas expects something soon for the next video. 

It needs to be perfect but how can it be that if it can't even been average?! I need some inspiration...

Patton might just want to talk about feelings again and that's out of the picture. Screw that. 

Logan? No. He'll go into some kind of really smart thing that no one will be able to understand. 

....

What the hell would I get out of Virgil? That's a mystery. Perhaps I should try from him.

I walk out of my room, pencil and notebook in hand and trot downstairs. I see Patton on the couch, watching some cartoons and completing some work, possibly at the demand of Logan and Logan read in his recliner.

"Good evening Patton and Logan!" I cheerily greet with a wide smile. "Do either of you know where thy can find an Emo Nightmare?"

"Vigil?" Patton tilted a head a bit while thinking. "He might be in his room. I haven't seen him since breakfast." His placid face soon turned into one of smugness. "Whatcha want with him?" 

I (admittedly) blushed and stumbled over my words.

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT and you know it!" I growled. They obviously knew but I wasn't about to let them have any satisfaction in me confessing straight out... Well it's a bit hard for me to confess straight but you get the idea. "I just need some help with a project." 

Patton lifted an eyebrow. "Yeah, I think you might find him in his room. If you don't, tell me. He might be hiding in the cabinets again, eating all of the Pop Tarts." 

"Say what?" 

"He does that when he's stressed. Now go get 'em!" With a huff, I left. As I hit the stairs, I hear Logan call after me. 

"What Patton said." OH MY GOD NOT LOGAN.

"DON'T." I shouted behind me and made my way upstairs.

 Virgil's POV

I lied in bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to music when a knock sounded on my door. I lifted a curious eyebrow at the door. 

"It's Roman! Can I come in, Emooooo~?" I heard. I huffed at the name.

"Yeah, sure, whatever." I snapped the door unlocked and waited expectantly as the door opened and closed behind Princey. "What do you need Princey?"

"I was hoping you could help me out with some stuff." He beamed though I could literally sense the anxiety coming off of him. It was abnormal and it kind of freaked me out. 

"Is something wrong?" 

"W- what? What makes you think that? Everything is fantastic! I just need a little help with something!"