A comment chain with Jadafang
I added in a couple of scenes and revised the text, so it's not the exact same as the comment chain.
TW: Remus being a bit manic, but not lewd so he's not as bad. Also feelings of worthlessness and possible self-depreciation. And bad thoughts. Also Roman angst. And just general angst.
Genre- hurt/comfort
Roman pulled at his hair in frustration, ignoring the sharp pain of the pencil biting into his palm. He had to make this idea good, he just had to! What would Thomas think of him if he didn't!?
Deep down, Roman knew that it wasn't Thomas he would be failing, but himself. He couldn't let that happen.
"Maybe I just need to take a break," he muttered as he pushed his chair back.
The creative side went downstairs and found Patton in the kitchen, baking. "Hey, kiddo!" the fatherly side greeted immediately.
Roman quickly put on a smile and acted normal, speaking in his most regal voice. "Greetings, citizen! What are you making?"
"Brownies!" Patton chirped in reply before his tone became a worried one. "You ok? You seem stressed."
Roman waved it off as he walked towards the kitchen. "It's quite alright, Padre, I simply didn't get enough sleep is all!"
"Patton, pardon me for what I'm about to say," Janus suddenly interjected, appearing between the two sides and turning to Roman, "but that is a complete load of bs. And now that I've said my part, I'll leave." And he did, leaving a concerned Patton and a very nervous Roman.
"Do you wanna talk about it kiddo, or just distract yourself?" Patton asked.
"Second option," Roman mumbled. Patton nodded his understanding and the pair began to work on the brownies together.
A while later, a freshly-awoken and still seemingly tired Virgil came downstairs. He must have been napping, seeing as how it was almost one in the afternoon.
"Morning, Virge!" Patton called. "Roman and I just finished making brownies, you want one?"
Virgil yawned and reached for one of the brownies, stretching slightly as he did so. Patton cooed at his dark strange son's catlike mannerisms.
Roman took the opportunity to get back to work. "Now, where was I?"
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About fifteen minutes later, there was a frenzied knock on the door. "Oh Roro~!"
Roman groaned and opened the door. "Are you causing this?" he asked, glaring at his brother who had his mace positioned and ready to strike.
"If you're talking about your little creative block, then no," Remus replied sincerely. "That's your ego. Which, by the way, is much bigger than your--"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence."
"Aw, you're no fun! So! Can I hit you now?"
Roman just closed the door in Remus's face and went back to work.
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It was long past sunset before anyone else came to Roman's door. This visitor had a much more polite knock.
Roman huffed in annoyance, he was finally getting work done! "Who is it?"
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