Roman Sanders One-shots

Post-it Notes (Part 2)

So my sister made my Incinieroar T-pose. Also, my room is completely rearranged and now it feels like I'm sleeping at a camp or a stranger's house even though pretty much everything is the same (as in objects)

Headcanon Logan has a blackboard because it seems very entertaining for some reason.

Focus: Patton

Patton had found it helpful the first time he formed that there was clear and legible writing of his role. It had been written against a wall.

'Morality'

It had been written in a cartoony script and Patton found it easy to read.

Now Patton was laying in bed, and he heard scratching. He sat up and saw something somehow being written.

Patton got up to investigate.

In a fancy script that matched Roman's were the words,

'Hope' and 'Romance'

Weren't those Roman's roles?

He jolted with realisation. 

He bolted out his room

Focus switches are brought to you by my maybe bisexual butt being to scared to tell my family but can tell my friends who are very accepting-

Logan heard a sound of chalk against his blackboard. He looked up from his book and an elegant script started being written by a floating piece of chalk write out the words

'Passion' and 'Ego'

Logan frowned and analysed the chalkboard, the handwriting seemed oddly familiar.

Emotions he'd been hiding forced themselves out, mostly panic now, because he'd read of this before.

And despite his disagreements with Roman, he did not want this.

He ran out of his room.

~

Virgil was never one for dramatics.

But he wasn't interested in too much subtleness either.

He thought nothing of the strange notification saying to check his notes.

But then he thought about it and hesitantly checked his notes app.

In a fancy font Roman usually used in docs somehow slithered into his app, reading 'Motivation'

He dropped his phone and cursed.

Roman better have not done what he thinks he did.

Virgil rushed out of his room.

~

Remus was swinging around his mace, thinking of nicknames to call the snake when he realised something was wrong.

Some were PG-rated.

He checked his blood-stained mirror.

Not just 'Bad Creativity'

Just 'Creativity'.

He didn't like the Patton-friendly nicknames and he totally wasn't worried for his mirror half.

~

Janus had been calmly listening to his playlist when he felt a rush of wind.

He didn't know where from but a small sheet of paper slipped in.

A familiar one.

'Deceit' and 'Self-preservation' 

but it was accompanied by 'Theatre'

He stood up swiftly and quickly, bolting to Roman's room.

Sorry, I'll probably add to this so it actually has an end, but I'm tired and worried about being wrong about being bisexual because it feel right and wrong at the same time-