Roman was tired after a long night of thinking of ideas for Thomas's new video. He sat besides Anxiety on the couch, eyes practically closing by themselves.

He yawned, to which Virgil responded, "Being pretty must be tiring, huh?"

Despite Roman's sleepy state, he rolled his eyes and smirked. "You must be exhausted then."

Anxiety blushed, cuddling next to the other, "Shut up."

They both closed their eyes, sleep overcoming them both.

Being pretty was tiresome.

Dedicated to SpacePumpkin who is insanely pretty :)