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Virgil had always been fascinating to Roman, he’s an enigma, weird, puzzling. This had not always been meant in a good way. They also seem to be opposites in almost every way imaginable. Emotionally and physically. Well, Roman though they had nothing in common but he was stunned to find that Virgil enjoyed singing, and not just depressing emo music either.

Their New Years video first sparked Roman’s interest to further investigate the other’s shared interest. Sure, Virgil had been his typical pessimistic self but Roman was willing to overlook this to focus on the fact that they had something in common, something that Roman was very passionate about no less.

So, Roman went out of his way to ‘mend’ what he’s done. Consciously not throwing too harsh jokes about, making an effort to get along. It was a slow process, but worked nevertheless. Roman has also made it his personal mission to catch Virgil singing again. They have such a similar voice, yet Roman finds it enticing that they can, and do, sing differently.

It’s around eleven at night on a Saturday when Roman finally hears Virgil sing again. Logan and Patton are both asleep, Roman knows he should do the same but he gets up and aims to go to the kitchen for a glass of water. Except he stops still in shock at the top of the stairs when he hears Virgil’s faint voice.

“The demon queen of high school has decreed it:
She says Monday, 8AM, I will be deleted
They'll hunt me down in study hall
Stuff and mount me on the wall
Thirty hours to live..
How shall I spend them?”

Roman’s made his way down the stairs by now, he can see Virgil in the dimly lit kitchen, sitting on the countertop and a glass of something in his hands.

“I don't have to stay and die like cattle
I could change my name and ride up to Seattle
But I don't own a motorbike
Wait—here's an option that I like:
Spend these thirty hours gettin' freakay!
Yeah!”

When Virgil hits that high note, and so quietly too, Roman is amazed. He can’t stop the smile forming on his face or his heart from racing. Musicals have always been the key to Roman’s heart, they can be used to express and convey so many things, that’s probably why Virgil also likes them.

“I need it hard
I'm a dead girl walkin'
I'm in your yard
I'm a dead girl walkin'
Before they punch my clock
I'm snappin' off your window lock
Got no time to knock
I'm a dead girl walking”

Virgil stop to take a drink but doesn’t continue the song, he just hums it lightly to himself, Roman decides he should stop lurking around and make the other aware of his presence. “Nice singing Verge, also, Heathers. Great musical.” Roman attempts to be nonchalant, not looking directly at Virgil as he grabs a glass and fills it up.

“Uh, hey Roman, sorry, I didn’t think anyone was up.” Virgil murmurs, taking another drink of what Roman assumes is Gatorade. “Don’t apologise,” Roman starts, leaning up against the sink, “you’ve got a really great voice.” He smiles sincerely at Virgil, who just rolled his eyes, clearly not willing to give away the fact that Roman wasn’t getting on his nerves, “okay, thanks.”

Roman smiles brightly, definitely over exaggerating it, but Virgil mirrors it to a lesser extent. “We’ll definitely have to duet together. Ooh! We could have a karaoke night!” Roman exclaims, jumping slightly on the spot, before sipping his water. “Hmm, okay sure,” Virgil responds sarcastically but he knows Roman will hold it against him sooner or later, he’s not sure if he minds or not yet.

“Well, I’m going to go to bed.” Roman pushes himself off the counter and hovers awkwardly beside Virgil, “uh, try not to stay up too late.” With that Roman gently taps Virgil’s knee and exits the room, leaving Virgil to wonder why Roman didn’t mock him? Why he was so awkward? And what song he should pick for karaoke?