[Virgil's pov]

Thank god my room is pitch black. I don't have to wake up that blinding thing called sunlight. I wish I didn't have to wake up at all, but I couldn't sleep through that knocking on my door.

"Kiddo, it's time for breakfast. Would you mind getting Roman too?" Patton called. I groaned and yelled back a yes. So much for sleeping the day away. Stupid need to eat.

I sluggishly get out of bed and throw on my hoodie. Reluctantly, I traded my warm, soft, comfortable pj pants for my ripped black skinny jeans.

Ugh, I never use to join them for breakfast, but ever since the thing, Patton's made me come. Now, he's making me get Princey, too. Hmm that's peculiar. There's a crumpled ball of paper outside of his room. It's...it's an idea. Why would there be a crumpled, and good, idea outside the door of the embodiment of creativity?

"Yes?" He called out after I knock on his door. He sounds oddly tired. Maybe I'll ask him about the paper later.

"Patton told me to get you for breakfast," I told him. After hearing some feet shuffle and the door open, I began walking down to the kitchen, deciding my job was done.

I stuffed the ball of paper I still had in my hand into my pocket and sat down with Logan for breakfast.

Sorry it's short. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Sorry i exist. Well anyways, thanks for reading. Comment, vote, whatever.

-SoftxRacoon