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~Prologue~
Virgil was a twink.
That's what Roman had thought throughout their entire friendship. He'd always assumed that when it came down to it, he could take Virgil in a fight. I mean… he didn't work out. He basically never left his room. So why should he think otherwise?
~Present Day~
Thomas had auditioned for a role days ago, and was waiting to be told if he got it or not. He was anxiously pacing the living room floor, and constantly checking his phone for updates.
Roman wasn't any better. He could barely sit still, let alone do his tasks around the house.
He was pacing with Thomas, peeking over his shoulder every few minutes for updates.
This went on for three days before an update actually arrived.
They were pacing the living room, as had become the habit over the past few days. Logan was reading on the couch, glancing up at them occasionally as he did. Patton would poke his head in every now and then to check on them. And Virgil was out of his room for once. He'd found a dark corner in the living room he seemed to enjoy.
Virgil made comments once in a while about it. His comments made Thomas and Roman nervous.
Both of them were running on caffeine and spite when they got the call. Thomas had gotten the role.
Thomas whooped with joy when he ended the call, and Roman basically ran to Virgil screaming that they got the role. He hugs Virgil tightly, picking him up and spinning him around.
This was the first time Roman had realistically hugged Virgil, or touched more than his hand.
Somewhere in the process of picking him up and spinning him, Roman discovered that Virgil had muscles. It threw him off completely. He puts Virgil down, and pulls away to look at him. He grabs Virgil's sweater, and pulls it off, ignoring the outraged protests coming from Virgil himself.
Underneath the hoodie, Virgil was wearing a black T-shirt, which did nothing to hide his muscular arms. Roman stared in shock. He felt like his world had been shattered. He'd always assumed Virgil was scrawny.
He looked around desperately to see how the other sides and Thomas himself were reacting to seeing Virgil arms.
They were all staring at him like he was an idiot. Apparently, he'd been the only one who didn't know about Virgil's muscles.
“Its to be expected,” Logan said. “He embodies the fight or flight reflex. Not just flight.”
Roman felt stupid. He didn't like feeling stupid, so of course he deflected it, “I knew that! Its so obvious that Get Scared over here would have muscles.”
Everyone saw through his bluff, but decided to let it happen. Virgil snatches his hoodie back, looking annoyed that it was taken from him in the first place.
“Whatever, Princey.”