The cold wind flowed through the faded purple of Virgil’s hair, the morning chirps of birds singing filling the air. It all was so quiet, so serene. And to the pleasure of Virgil, it was calming. That was until a certain brown-haired-dork decided to show up. “Virgilllllll!~” Roman sang out, “Patton’s calling everyone to the living room and requested I come to tell you,” He spoke. Virgil groaned. “Of course, he sent you of all people,” The dark-haired male muttered under his breath. “I’ll be down in a minute.”
Roman said nothing as he climbed up a ladder leading up to Virgil’s loft. There Virgil sat on the large open window seal, one leg pressed up to his chest and the other hanging out the window. The sun illuminated his pale skin, the faded purple mixed into his black hair seemingly glowing.
“Princey? You’re staring.” Virgil mumbled, grimacing.
“Oh! Uhm, right, sorry. Just- You spend quite a bit of time up here, don’t you?”
“..yeah? It’s my room.”
“Right! Or, right, sorry- Uhm-” Roman stumbled over his words, having an awkward realization that he asked a stupid question.
“..are-are you ok? You seem dorkier than usual, which is VERY unusual for you.” Virgil pointed out. Roman simply nodded. “Yeah, no- I’m fine,” He responded with a quick, steady breath.





Should I continue it? I'm not quite sure what the plot or main idea is, anyways-