"Hey, Roman. You need to come down for dinner, we promise not to ask any uncomfortable questions." Virgil squeaked outside Roman's door.

"I'm in such a mental confusion, I have to go down but I want to stay here or at least that's what I think I want. I'm no longer in control... I'm a slave to the desires inside..." Roman sang and trailed off into Virgil's name as he spotted him opening the door.

"I'll come down." Roman said quietly.

Ho ho ho~ Roman roman roman. If you don't seize what you want soon it might be too late.

As Roman sat at the table, Patton spoke, "Hey kiddo, how's the effects? Any better?"

"Honestly way worse, however I do appear to be able to say what I actually want and not what I mean deep down through my singing. So not all is at a loss. Though Virgil just has to keep stepping in, he just doesn't realise that I can't say no to his pretty face. So innocent and- Gah! Oh no we have the same face, I swear I'm not that self-obsessed." It was kinda cute to see Roman this frantic. Wait, what was Virgil thinking.