Virgil sighed, running a hand through his dark purple locks as he fell back against his bed. He thought for a moment before picking up his phone, opening it. He went to his texts, pressing on the contact titled 'Pretty Boy'.
'C'mere' he typed, sending it to the Disney fanatic. He watched as it said Roman had read his message, awaiting any type of response. After a moment, a gentle knock came from his door. "Come in," he called, watching as his red-haired love came into the room. "Yes, my emo-nightmare?" He asked, soft grin forming on Virgil's face at the nickname. Roman used to use it for insult, but now it was a term of endearment. Virgil tossed his phone to the side, raising his arms in the air as he looked at Roman. He made grabby hands, silently demanding Roman come to him. Roman had his own grin forming on his face as he shut the door behind him. He made his way over to Virgil, said male not giving Roman the chance to even sit on the bed before his yanked him down by his shirt collar.
"Are you okay?" Roman asked as he rested his head on Virgil's chest, snaking his arms around his waist. Virgil draped his arms around Roman's neck, closing his eyes as he gave him a slight nuzzle. "My battery is dead," Virgil said simply. "Hmm," Roman hummed, turning so that he and Virgil lay on their sides. (On their Sanders Sides - h a h. Plz think I'm funny, I'm so funny guys.)
Virgil nuzzled Roman again, burying his face in the crook of his neck as his eyes shut. "Is this helping?" Roman asked, gently stroking Virgil's messy purple locks as he held the male in his arms. "Mhmm," Virgil hummed, resting a hand on Roman's chest. He looked up at Roman, looking into his eyes lovingly. "You have a zit on your forehead."
"Shut up, no I don't," Roman said in a panic, reaching up and feeling his forehead. Virgil tossed his head back as he let out a laugh, Roman slowly processing that it wasn't true. "I'm just fuckin' with you," Virgil said in between laughs. Roman gave a playful glare, unable to hold back the smile that crept up on his lips. Virgil's laugh just made him happy, happier than the Lion King's soundtrack on repeat. "You're a nightmare," he said, Virgil giggling as he rested a hand on Virgil's upper arm and leaned in a bit. "Yet you love me anyway," he said with a grin, nose touching Roman's as his eyes went half-lidded. Roman smirked, then lightly pecked Virgil's lips.

(N y e h e h e h, I'm on my Sanders Sides are again.)