“I know how you feel kiddo, but Logan’s right.” You know as well as I that adding an unnecessary amount of fat into our diet will only hold repercussions for us later on.” Patton almost complied, but Logan held him back. “Padre, please, just put a little more butter into the potatoes?” Roman pleaded at dinner. This would require further investigation. Why had Roman blushed so easily at the compliment? Surely the egotistical side wouldn’t be caught off guard with one? Roman must’ve called himself beautiful at least ten times a day! Virgil plucked them out of his ears and flung them onto his bed. He turned his audiobook up several times, but each time the thought of Roman’s blush drowned out the sound in his headphones. Virgil finished his coffee, went back to his room, and tried to get some reading done. Uh, couldn’t sleep I guess,” Roman said and walked back to his room.Īnd that should have been the end of it. Roman took the mug, some of the haze leaving his eyes. “Uh, joking?” Virgil said, “what’s the matter, Princey? You’re usually never up this early.” He pulled an extra mug from the cabinet and filled it with coffee. The pure shock that colored Roman’s voice caught Virgil completely off guard and he could feel himself getting self conscious. A wild blush filled his face as he squeaked. His eyes went from their slow, sleepy blinks to shot wide. The comment was meant to come off as sarcastic, as the classic joking banter that he enjoyed with the prince.īut, probably because of the early morning, Roman didn’t seem to process the sarcasm. “Morning, beautiful,” Virgil said with a smirk. He blinked sleepily at Virgil who couldn’t hold back a snort at the rare sight of such an unguarded Roman. His hair was mused, sticking up in all directions. He only wore a pair of red sleep shorts and a white tank. Roman, the token late-sleeper of the group along, was standing in front of him. He took a sip, but the side in front of him did not go away. He blinked, wondering whether his coffee-deprived brain was making him see things. Virgil jumped and turned at the sudden voice.
He closed his eyes and let the smell of coffee waft around him. Virgil grabbed his mug and let it fill to the top. He was giving it serious thought before the machine beeped and started dispensing the coffee (in liquid form). Virgil was in his natural habitat: in front of the coffee maker, wondering how much longer he should wait before giving up and snorting the bean grounds.
The sky had just begun to catch the light of the sun and the moon was starting to go back into hiding.