Virgil had been stood in front of his own door for the past minute or so. He was glaring through the wood like he could open the door with just a stare.

This was so stupid! Just open the door!

"It's your room," Virgil muttered to himself. "Your room on your ship. He's just a guest." With a breath, Virgil grabbed the door handle and opened the door.

Roman was stood with his back to the door, by Virgil's desk. He was barefoot and his shirt had come untucked from his trousers. It was so strange, after hearing all the legends of the Masked Prince of Piracy to see him standing here... Almost calmly.

Virgil's confusion quickly faded into seething fury when he saw what Roman was holding.

"What the Hell is that?" He snapped. Roman jumped and turned around. He held the small painting out to Virgil slightly.

"Who's this?" He asked, not answering Virgil's question.

Virgil stormed over to him, hand already gripped around his sword hilt. Oh, he was going to run this pirate through, may the Lord help him.

"Who said you could go through my stuff?" Virgil snatched the painting off Roman with his right hand. He pulled his sword out of his belt and pinned it against Roman's neck, shoving Roman back into a wall. "Who the fuck gave you permission to look through my desk?!"

"Who's in the picture?" Roman repeated. Virgil pressed the sword closer to Roman's neck. Good Lord, he could kill him. He could kill Roman just as easily as look at him right now.

"Why were you going through my desk?" Virgil hissed. "If you don't answer, I'll see if your royal blood really does run blue."

"No one, Jesus!" Roman pushed Virgil away. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Virgil's sword spinning away to the other side of the room. He brushed down the sleeves of his shirt. "Didn't know you were so touchy."

"It's my private stuff!" Virgil yelled. "It's covered over for a reason!"

Roman shrugged, crossing his arms. "I can't actually believe you," Virgil continued. "I knew you were cold-hearted because of whatever the fuck happened with Remus but good Lord, you're awful. Never in my life have I ever met someone as remorseless as you. Whatever you did to your own brother scarred him so much that he went and joined up with the first ship that showed him even the slightest hint of kindness. And now-" Virgil almost laughed. "And now, you think you have the right to go through my stuff because what? Because you're a prince?"

He expected Roman to bite back. Instead, Roman just rubbed his hands together and looked down at the floor.

"You are a horrible person, Princey," Virgil said. "A horrible person, a horrible pirate and a horrible prince. What your crew sees in you, I can't even imagine." He ran a hand through his hair shakily. He was calming down now, his voice returning to its normal volume. He hadn't lost his cool like that in years. "I've met rats with more class than you."

Roman rubbed his hands together again. Still, he said nothing.

Virgil didn't care. Perhaps Roman not speaking was for the best right now.

"I'm keeping you on night shift until you show some serious change," Virgil said. Roman's head shot up, his eyes wide and his face indignant. "And if that means until we reach the Fountain, so be it."

"That's not-"

"I don't care, Princey." Virgil turned away and went to retrieve his sword. He slid it back into its scabbard. "I can't stress enough how much I really don't care." He realised he was still holding the painting. He smoothed the paper out where his thumb had dented it and slipped it into an inside pocket of his coat. "Apologise to Remus. Maybe then we can talk."

Roman sighed and rubbed his hands together again. "I'm... sorry?" He tried. "For going through your desk. Didn't realise you were so sensitive about it."

There had been a surprising, small spark of hope that was very quickly doused when Roman spoke.

"Good first try," Virgil said sarcastically. "Next time, give it a bit of feeling." He turned to go, then paused. "Where did you learn that move, anyway?" He asked, half-turning back to Roman.

Roman shrugged. "I'm a fast learner," he said vaguely. "Guess I just... picked it up."

Virgil gave a tight nod. "Get some sleep," he said, turning away. "You've got a busy night ahead of you, Princey."

And now the character developement can start! Huzzah!
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