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Chapter 3

Trigger Warnings: Remus being Remus, mention of unintentional self-harm (sort of), innuendos, insecurities, mildly unsympathetic Logan and Virgil.
Ships: blink-and-you-miss-it one-sided Royality, one-sided Intrulogical, suggested Logince.
POV: Still Roman, still 1st person.

I don't repeat my mental question out loud.

Logan and I stare at eachother in silence for a solid minute, until Remus unzips his pants. Logan sighed.

"Well, I think it's time for me to leave. In about half an hour, it's time for dinner. Don't be late for once. We need to discuss something," he mutters all but the last two lines.

We need to discuss something. That's great. Absolutely fantastic. A-fricking-mazing. Can't see how this goes wrong. "Alrighty then. Goodbye, Specs."

Logan sinks down, but Remus stays. "Uh, why are you still here?" I ask him. He shrugs. "No reason," is his reply.

"Well, then you can leave. You heard what that nerd said, dinner's in thirty minutes."

"Since when do you care about what the sexy teach says?" Remus asks, raising an eyebrow. "Do you have a thing for him too? Wait no, you got the hots for the other one with glasses, right?"

"Remus!" I angrily shout. "Am I wrong though?" That's his reply.

"That's not it. Why are you here?" He looks a bit uneasy when I ask this, which is weird because Remus usually likes awkward situations.

After what feels like hours, he mumbles unconvincingly: "Do I really need a reason?" I decide to drop the subject. What did I do that was so horrid that even the literal embodiment of intrusive thoughts can't tell me what it was?

"Remus, do you remember the garden?" He nods.

"Yeah! I once tried cutting one of the flowers there, because I heard it would hurt and I wanted to re-enact my favourite BDSM p-" I covered my ears for a few seconds.

"-But it wasn't the good kind of hurt. It felt as if a piece of me was dying, an' when I opened my eyes, I was a little thinner and weaker than before. It's kinda dangerous, picking flowers there. Wouldn't recommend it. If you wanna hurt but in a kinky way-"

"No! Let us change the subject once more!" I interrupt before whatever's left of my innocence is ruined. 

"What if we push Thomas off a building?" That's when I decide to leave.

"Welp, dinner's almost ready. Toodles!" I strike a pose and sink down.

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I accidentally land underneath the dinner table, where Patton and Virgil were conversing.

Virgil screams, and Patton looks underneath my "hiding place". "Ro? Is that you?" He asks.

"The one and lo..." Shoot. "...vely," I correct myself.

"Lohvely?" Virgil questions. I crawl from underneath my wooden cave, stand up and then nod. "Indeed! It's new slang that I, R-O-M-A-N, set."

"Sure you did. How come you're early instead of five hours late, anyway?" I smirk. "Well, I have decided that my fellow sides don't deserve five horrible extra hours without my gorgeous face, so I'll be early from now on!"

Charlie Frown groans, which is basically my internal reaction to my own sentence. Sheesh, I get what Logan wants to get back at me for now.

"That's great, Roman! We kind of missed you hanging around." Sure. "Wanna come sit with us now that you're here?"

"Of course!" I reply. Patton's too good for this world. I don't get how he can be so kind to everyone. Why can't I be more like him? Anyway, I sit down next to him.

Virgil looks mildly annoyed. "There goes our conversation..." he mutters. "
"What do you mean, "there goes our conversation"? I am basically upgrading your boring small talk!"

JD-lightful rolls his eyes, but says nothing. Patton puts a hand on his shoulder and smiles encouragingly.

"Come on, kiddo! It's not that bad that Roman is early for once. You'll see that he is nice to talk with." Virgil shakes Patton's hand off him.

"I don't think so, dad. If he's always so late, that probably means he thinks he's so much better than us. Logan, the fricking embodiment of logic, said so, too." Patton looks at him, confused.

"When did he...?" "Just a few days ago! He basically said: 'it's kind of upsetting that Ro can't even do his job right.' And I agree. Remus isn't perfect, but at least he doesn't sleep eightteen hours a day!" Virgil's voice alters at the last sentence.

"Virgil, that's a bit-" Patton starts. "It's fine, Pat. He's right."

I want to sink down after saying that, but I know that the others would like to say something important at dinner.

The next ten minutes or so are awkward and slow. Virgil anxiously taps his finger on the table's surface, Patton bites his nails and I just stare at the ceiling.

Then, everyone else except for Thomas appears. Remus tries to put his hand around Logan's waist, but gets punched in the stomach before he can even reach him.

"Oh, harder daddy," Remus manages to choke out. Deceit pulls Logan away before any bones are broken.

"Stop behaving like children, we're having dinner," he hisses. "I'm not sorry for those two, they're geniuses. I'll take a seat now."

Deceit takes a seat next to Virgil, who snarls. Logan sits next to Patton. Remus tries to convince Logan to let him sit on his lap, but to no avail, so instead he sits on the ground next to him.

The charming snake claps, and some questionably fresh spaghetti with very little sauce appears. "I didn't make this myself," he proudly exclaims.

"I can tell," Virgil mumbles, already gagging. Remus exclaims: "I'll put one of these spaghetti strings behind my eyeball!"

"Ew!" Almost everyone yells. "It'll be so bloody once I get it out~ And do you know where I'll put it after that?" He continues.

Logan kicks him 'softly'. "Anyway, does everyone here know why I called them here?"

A chorus of no's, and one "absolutely" from Deceit. Logan sighs. "Ah. I suppose I'll have to explain."

Remus bites on his lips, seeming to know what's about to come. "Thomas has been having nightmares for about  three months. He has discussed this with a professional, but it appears to not be because of him," Nerd McGee continues.

"The conclusion I got from this, is that one of us is causing this. Specifically, one of the creativity twins, as they are the only ones who have access to Thomas's dreams." What's he getting on about?

"The dreams are sometimes about his insecurities, but mostly the insecurities of either Roman or Remus. I've had plenty of conversations with Remus, and-" "Butt maggots!" "-he doesn't keep his feelings a secret."

"What are you suggesting, Poindexter?" I reply defensively. "I'm suggesting that you are the leading cause of Thomas's negative dreams. I have found a temporary solution, though."

"What?"

"Someone else should take over the role of 'good' creativity."

Short Summary: Roman has a bunch of awkward conversations.
A/N: N/A.
Question of the day: What role would you play in a horror movie?