Roman Sanders One-shots

Romance Monsters (Part 2)

*aGGRESSIVELY bopping to the music*

I find it funny how I'm a very cheerful person, and yet angst is my speciality.

Roman fidgeted with his collar, trying to pull it up higher. The scales were becoming more visible and obvious. He sighed and pulled off the princely shirt. He was just wearing his black undershirt.

Red scales with golden tints had crawled up his arms and neck. He was sure he'd be compared to Janus with these scales if the others found out. He guessed those horns were growing too. 

He sort of felt like Steven.

Except this was much slower.

And he wasn't half gem.

He rested his forehead against the coolness of the mirror. He hated how jealous he could get. Especially when it made him like this.

"Roman? Patton has been calling for you for the past five minutes." Logan's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Ah I'll be down in a minute!"

He hurriedly put the princely shirt on and rushed downstairs.

Virgil looked like he was about to make a remark, when Roman interrupted him before he could say anything, "I am fashionably late."

Patton smiled awkwardly and gestured for him to come to the kitchen. Roman sighed, and summoned the fire extinguisher.

As expected, the stove was on fire.

"How did the soup catch fire?" He asked in disbelief, extingushing the flames.

"I...don't know"

Roman exhaled heavily through his nostrils. Patton stared at him.

"What?"

"You just exhaled fire"

"What?"

"Uhm-"

"I have to go!" He sank out.

He studied himself in the mirror. His pupils had become more reptile-like. The scales had crept up the sides of his face and cheeks.

"Butterflies!" He hissed out to himself.

Yes, I'm using butterflies as a swear now.