Roman glared at Remus. "Are you insane?"

"Are you?" Remus asked. "Not practicing what you preach." Roman shot him a dead-pan stare. "Okay, fine. Whatever. Still."

Roman rolled his eyes. "We're not talking about this now." He hissed.

"You seemed pretty fine talking about it in front of Janus." Remus snarled.

"Why are you two nattering like a couple of grandma's in a murder mystery?" Logan asked, looking up from picking his nails. "We're not in class, you don't have to whisper."

"Private stuff, Specs." Remus said. Logan rolled his eyes.

"Thank you for letting us use your First Aid Kit, Logan." Logan said sarcastically. "Thank you for going through all our shit and still letting us borrow your kit, Logan. See? It's not that hard to say!"

Remus shrugged. "Ro doesn't do apologies, I don't do 'thank you's." He said.

"Hey, I apologised!" Roman protested, hitting his brother in the chest. Remus pointed at Roman.

"Did you see that?!" He crowed. "Abuse! I'm being abused!"

Logan rolled his eyes with a short laugh. "Going back to the matter at hand," he continued,  "Roman apologised to Janus. What I'm saying is, I expect a 'thank you'. From either of you. At any time." His slight smile dropped as he looked away.

"Can we, like, do something?" Virgil asked, making Logan jump. Somehow, he'd snuck away from his table and sat on the table behind Logan with Logan ever realising.

"Don't do that!" Logan protested. Virgil stared at him, dead-pan.

"I'm a stage-hand." He said with a shrug. "I've learnt to be quiet when I walk."

"You're in Doc. Martens!" Logan protested. "It shouldn't be that easy."

"Whoever said sneaking, sneaking around was ease, easy?" Janus asked, looking up from scratching the side of his face. He looked back at his shoes, shrugging, when he realised everyone was looking at him.

"Are you, like... okay?" Virgil asked. Janus laughed.

"What d'you think?" He asked. "Does an okay person look like this?" He gestured to himself. He gave his eczema another scratch. "Yeah, no, whatever. I'm good, can we go back to the scheduled programming now?"

When no one said anything, Janus rolled his eyes. "For fuck's sake, what are we doing? Both me and racoon want to do something so can we?!"

"Racoon?" Virgil repeated.

"Well, yeah. You know, cause of the..." Janus gestured to his eyes, drawing the outline of Virgil's eye make-up on his own eyes. "Black."

Virgil laughed disbelievingly. "I wasn't sure about it before but now I'm definitely going to kill you."

Janus looked Virgil up and down. "I live in constant fear." He said, dead-pan. "Shortie."

"Short?! Me?!" Virgil paused. "Fuck, I'm channelling Princey." He laughed and pointed at Roman. "I blame you for this, Roman."

"Me?" Roman asked. "I did nothing of the sort."

"Ooh, get the popcorn!" Remus whooped, giggling. "This is gonna be good!"

"Anyway, I'll have you know these boots add another inch to my height!" Virgil protested, pointing at his shoes indignantly.

"Yeah but with them on you're still, what? 5'3, 5'4?" Janus asked with a raised eyebrow and a barely stifled laugh.

"English please!" Logan protested, throwing an imaginary piece of popcorn. "I didn't come here to watch this only to not understand the measurements!"

"I don't know!" Janus said. "I'm dumb!"

"Boo!" Remus yelled, throwing a piece of paper at Janus. "Breaking the fourth wall and untrue! Boo!"

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