After another several weeks of imprisonment Virgil has become just a little bit stir crazy. Under the pretense of stress he’s tried to negotiate time off with the administration, but no terms agreeable to Virgil’s demands have been made yet. He’s found it unnerving that the student body have become so familiar with him, prompting him to withdraw from most casual conversations. Still enigmatic, still weird, he’s wondering just what kind of irreparable character development is going to be ingrained into him if he doesn’t find a way out of this place.
A stillness after a storm. Virgil was leaning nonchalantly on the door as he stared blankly at the state of his room. He never imagined he’d ever have to have the displeasure of having someone over in his private space—the only space that he could personally define as his in this fucked up prison. In fact, he could remember making some meaningless promise to himself that he’d never ever let anybody see his room. Which was why whenever he and Lynn engaged in their favorite game who’s room this time? he would fight tooth and nail for her to stay the hell out of his room. Having Lynn feel the same way about her space made the argument especially frustrating. A circular and self-fulfilling series of points that would go round and round between them until someone got frustrated enough to break the cycle. Usually, it was Lynn who conceded to end the pointless shenanigans, but this time around Virgil had lost fair and square.
After first proving to him that she had no possession of psychic powers through a guessing game with a deck of cards Virgil had bought a few weeks ago, Lynn had beaten Virgil five-to-four in rock paper scissors. There was really nothing else he could pull out of his ass to convince her they couldn’t use his room besides his own convoluted feelings on the matter—most of which Lynn had invalidated by letting them use her room when she felt the same way. All’s fair, right?
“Fuck me,” he muttered, pushing himself off the door to collect some wayward papers on the floor and tidy up further. Not that Lynn’s room was all that clean either, but Virgil hated it when people saw how much of a slob he was. Might as well be seeing him naked. Hell, he’d be fine stripping down in front of Lynn instead of letting her see his room at this point.
