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Human AU... again...

Roman looked down at his phone as a grin grew on his face. He couldn't help but laugh at his internet friends sarcastic sense of humour.

Roman: I should really be unpacking :l

Virgil: well, get to it then princey, make that dorm room feel like home! XD

Roman: Virgil, your MySpace is showing.

Virgil: Roman, your gay is showing.

Roman: bitch when is it now

Virgil: touchè but you need to get to work and I need to get these fricken boxes inside my dorm.

Roman: what college are you going to again?

Virgil: nah, i don't need you stalking me.

Roman sighed and smiled at his phone. He finally decided he should finish his room.

As he set his Steven universe figurines on his new desk, the door was slammed open by whom he could only assume to be his roommate. He had a taco half shoved in his mouth, a backpack hanging off one shoulder, and a suitcase trailing behind him. Romans mystery roommate checked his phone as if he were waiting for something and threw his bag on his bed at the same time. The stranger was dressed in oddly dark attire, a black hoodie pulled over his black shirt and jeans with some weird upside down eyeshadow.

Roman stood up to introduce himself.

"Greetings, I am Ro," Roman decided to use his nickname this year, instead of his real one.

"Uh... sup? I'm ann." Virgil decided on the name his childhood best friend, Logan, had given him for the year.

Roman stuck out his hand and Virgil stared at it for around two seconds before Roman felt too awkward and pulled it back again.

"Ookay..." Roman said, turning back to his side of the room to finish unpacking.

~~time skip brought to you by croffters, the only jelly I will put in my belly~~

Virgil walked into his new dorm sadly, he was not ready for more school. To make things worse, his roommate, Ro, seemed super stuck up. Virgil didn't know if he could cope with it much longer. He finally lost his temper when yet another empty bag was thrown into his half of the room.

"Alright, I'm not sitting here for this." Ro gave him a confused look. "I'm going to meet my friend Logan and I swear to god, if these bags are not off of my side of the room by the time I get back, I will trash your side."

Virgil walked out the door. He didn't really plan to meet Logan, but whatever. He just sat down at the first bench he saw and checked his phone. He smiled when he saw he had a text from Roman, and then frowned again when he saw his phone was at 15%.

He knew if he wanted to talk to Roman he'd have to go back to the dorms to get his charger. He also didn't want to do that though because then he'd look like an even bigger jack ass to Ro.

It all came down to who's opinion mattered more. In the end Roman's did, obviously, so Virgil walked back to his dorm. He was pissed at what he saw.

Not only were the bags still on his side of the room, Ro wasn't even there anymore. The bastard ducked out. This was going to be an impossible year.

~~time skip brought to you by the annoying ass motorcycle outside my window~~

How dare this peasant? Giving Roman commands like he owned him. If Roman recalled correctly, which he did, mind you, he had gotten to the dorm room first. Not that it mattered but Roman just felt it nessicary to find every reason possible to be angry with the small emo boy.

He wasn't sure why he was so pissed. He was confused about his emotions. There is only one person to go to when you're confused about your emotions. That would be Roman's best friend, Patton. He left the room, not forgetting about the bags, just leaving them there to further anger his roommate. He decided to call the feelings doctor himself so he could be figured out by the professionals. (Is that proper English? I don't know, probably not, whatever though)

Patton didn't pick up, however a fimialliar ding brought a smile to his face. It was Virgil's message tone, a small, sharp, resonant, (I'm sorry in advanced) g note.

Virgil: my new dorm mate is super annoying.

Roman: tell me about it, he's so picky!

Virgil: lucky! I'd rather have a picky roommate than the slob I'm stuck with!

Roman: trade?

Virgil: trade.

~~back to in real life stuff~~

Virgil sank to the floor, the familiar feeling of dread welling up in his chest. He needed Logan. He called his smart best friend with fumbling hands in his State of panic.

(Oml so this next part is gonna sound bad but it's not I swear)

"L-logan," he breathed out over the phone.

"Virgil? Virgil? What's wrong?" A panicked Logan asked down the phone.

"L-Logan! Oh my! I can't breathe!" Virgil yelled, possibly a little louder than nessicary.

"Okay, Virgil. Breathe in for four seconds." Logan listened to his friend's breath even out as he talked him through his anxiety attack.

"Ann, if you don't mind me asking, what caused this?" Logan asked, not wanting to come acrossed as pushy, just worried.

"I don't know." Virgil answered honestly. It wasn't a rare occasion for Virgil to have unexplainable panic attacks. It just happened sometimes. Logan understood that and Virgil was greatful.

~~Okay back to le roman~~

I walked up too my dorm room door about to open it when I heard heavy breathing coming from the other side. No way. Ann wasnt... He wouldnt...

"L-Logan! Oh my! I can't breathe!" Roman shuddered and turned back the way he came utterly disgusted.

MKAY so my creativity for tonight is gone, there will be more parts but for now heres this, I'm tired, goodnight but also
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