prinxiety...?
TW: food mention
"Princey!"
Virgil called down the street, jogging up to his friend, panting.
"I've been chasing you for two blocks, how the hell did you not notice?"
Roman tugged his headphones out of his ears, stuffing them in his pocket and moving out of the way of passers by.
"Wow, are you really that desperate?"
"Yes, and you know this. Don't underestimate me."
They laughed, Roman stuffing his headphones into his pocket. He slung his arm around Virgil's shoulder as they continued to walk, looking down on him in an almost mocking way. Virgil should've been used to the touch, but he couldn't help but feel his heart somersault.
"Dunkin' Donuts?" Roman inquired.
"If you're paying for it. I spent my last ten bucks of cash on a secondhand MCR record."
"Fine, emo."
