Finally something different from Prinxiety!

"Pat, hey, it's your song!" Virgil called, holding up the lights with one hand.

"Fuck, bollocks!" Pat skidded out of the kitchen, a carving knife clasped in their hand. "You didn't hear me say that!"

Virgil laughed, rolling his eyes. "Well, go on." He said. "And would you put down the knife? Giving me serial killer vibes."

"Sorry, Kiddo." Pat said. "It's for the pumpkin. Anyway, I wanna do it, let's draw straws." They pushed their glasses up their nose as they sang. "Jack says we should work together. Three of a kind, birds of a feather, now and forever."

"Pat, I need help with the pumpkin!" Logan called from the kitchen. Pat stepped back into the kitchen, still singing faintly.

"Princey, have you found the tape yet?" Virgil asked. "My arms are going to fall off."

"Hm?" Roman looked up. "Oh, no, I found it ten minutes ago. Just wanted to see how long you could hold."

Virgil glared at him. "I'm going to make you regret that." He hissed.

"Oh, please don't be as loud as you were last night." Janus said. They looked up from sorting through the window decorations. "I could barely get any sleep because of you two."

"Like you and Re weren't the exact same last week." Roman snapped, his face slightly red. "Plus, Re couldn't sit down for days."

"Neither can you!" Janus protested. "And anyway, it got what was coming to him."

"Can we, like, not talk about this now?" Virgil asked. "Princey, get your ass over here. Janus... shut up."

Janus rolled his eyes and went back to sorting through the decorations, muttering darkly. Roman set the tape down on the window-sill and grabbed Virgil's shoulder to steady himself. He stood up on his tip-toes to try and tape the lights to the window.

"You know you could steady yourself against the window instead of me, right?" Virgil asked. Roman shrugged and kissed Virgil's hair.

"Any excuse." He muttered before going back to the lights. Janus made a retching sound from the sofa.

"Can you two can it for five seconds?" They asked.

"I don't know." Roman said sarcastically. "Can you can your horniness around my sibling for five seconds?"

"And we're back to the sex talk." Virgil rolled his eyes. "Can you two just not? It's Halloween, not Valentine's Day."

"Like I'd ever want to date that." Janus and Roman snapped at the same time. Virgil rolled his eyes again.

"I'm not suggesting you would, since Roman's going with me and Janus'-"

The door crashed open. "I bring forth the drinks of the Gods!" Announced Remus' return.

"Finally, we have coffee!" Virgil said thankfully.

"Shoes off before you come in here, Rem." Janus called.

"Yes, sir." Came back the sarcastic reply. A couple seconds later, Remus skidded in on green skeleton socks, holding two cup-holders full of coffee.

"We've got Pat's festive pumpkin latte thing," Remus recited, setting everything down on the table, "Logan's boring black coffee with vanilla, Ro's decaf abomination, Virgil's caffeinated mint also-abomination and Jan's hot chocolate."

"Great. Now help me with this." Janus said, beckoning Remus over. It sat down next to him with a bounce. Pat poked their head out of the kitchen.

"Who's song is it now?" They asked. Virgil looked at his phone.

"Roman's. Unsurprisingly." He said.

"Why does he always get to play Jack?" Remus whined.

"Cause I'm doing a musical theatre degree and have the best voice." Roman said, dusting his hands off.

"Music degree." Remus said.

"You can't sing a note." Roman rolled his eyes. Remus stuck its tongue out childishly. Roman hummed along with his song, squatting down by the box full of decorations.

"And a well-placed moan, I have swept the very bravest off their feet." He sang, pulling out an assortment of random things. "Cobwebs, anyone? More lights - would tire of his crown? If they only understood - creepy dolls, paint, candles, fake mirror, knife, sound effects - there's something out there far from my home. A longing that I've never known."

Janus snatched up the ball of fake cobwebs and set it on Remus' head. "The true King of Halloween has a crown!" They declared. Remus laughed and split the cobwebs in two.

"Every king needs a second-in-command to share the throne with." It said, setting half of the cobwebs on Janus' head. Janus grinned and kiss Remus' nose.

"You two are sickening." Virgil said with an eye roll.

"You can't talk." Remus said.

"Can too."

"You're all children." Logan said, wiping his hands on a tea towel. "Um, Remus, which cup's mine?"

"One on the left." Remus said without looking up. Logan almost smiled and picked up his drink.

"Anyway, what's going on with the decorations?" He asked.

"Well, Roman and Janus squabbled for about ten minutes about where the witch banner should go," Virgil said, jerking his thumb at the felt witches above the TV, "and then Janus resigned themself to sorting the window decorations for when the child came home. And that's about it."

"Like I said, you're all children." Logan said, rolling his eyes. "All completely incompetent."

"You're going to be a director, you'd better get used to it." Remus said, grinning childishly. Logan rolled his eyes again and took a sip of his coffee.

"Anyway, if you're going to decorate with cobwebs, make sure they go on pictures and not just on your heads." He said. "Also, before I forget, has anyone seen the fake blood? I need to write a message on the mirror to scare Pat with."

"Scare me with what?" Pat asked, popping up behind Logan. Logan yelled in surprise and jumped.

"Jesus Christo, where'd you come from?!" He asked. Pat blinked at him.

"Bridlington." They said, completely serious. "And I need help with deciding what to do with the pumpkin innards." At Logan's unimpressed glare, they gave him puppy eyes. "Logie, please?"

"Pumpkin pie, I don't know." Logan said with a sigh, turning back to the rest of his housemates. "As I was saying-" Before he could finished his sentence, Pat linked their arm through his and dragged him back into the kitchen.

"I sense there's something in the wind." Virgil sang under his breath as he grabbed another set of lights. "That feels like tragedy's at hand. And though I'd like to stand by him, can't shake this feeling I have. Where are we putting these lights?"

"I bags the bat lights in my room." Remus crowed quickly. Virgil threw the lights at it.

"Fine, there." He rolled his eyes and went back to singing quietly.

Remus snatched some of the window decorations off Janus and lept up excitedly. "Can I make my scene now?!" He asked.

"Haven't you already made a scene?" Roman received Remus' foot in his side for his comment. He glared at his sibling. "Fine."

Remus practically bounced up to the windows, spreading the decorations out over the sill. "Okay, we can start with the haunted house and-"

Roman groaned. "You always do a haunted house."

"Go hang a pig." Janus snapped. "Let Rem do what he wants."

"Okay, okay, Jeese." Roman rolled his eyes and stood up. "Anyway, I'm gonna go get the balcony ready."

"Can you not call it a balcony?" Janus asked. "It's two planks of wood you can't even fit a chair onto."

"You can fit ghosts on it, though." Roman grabbed the length of bloodied rope and the fake severed head from the decorations box. "And that's what matters."

This is just me shit-posting. Hope you like it, it made me happy.
Bye,
Blaize