That moment when your combined power of dyslexia and Engrish lead you to love! Or well technically they both went in blind dating so they already had some expectation to fall for each other lmao-!
This is inspired by the time I kept saying lenopan instead of loboan for my oc to which I just ended up making him a lenopan loboan hybrid, these just so happen to be his parents :P
they're not currently important enough to have a name but a very far future sequel below let me introduce to you the lead singer of Thing/s Jed recounting this tale to keyboardist manic pixie nightmare sparkle dog cat girl citrakayah Rixie who's thinking that Jed is a puppy made of sludge-
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Doga
Pairings: background Prinxiety. Established but unseen LAMP
Summary:
Roman and Trixie try something new. They're not very good at it.
Warnings: none
Excerpt:
The idea came to Roman when he was scrolling through Instagram mindlessly. This should have been everyone’s first warning that it probably wasn’t the best idea. But, it’s not like his boyfriends could read Roman’s thoughts. The had all definitely wished they could at one point or another, considering Roman seemed to have a lack of common sense and self-perseverance. This meant that he did a lot of genuinly dumb things.
The most prominent example that came to mind was the day when he first met Patton. He had given himself a concussion and had almost broken his nose by falling off a desk. Why was he on a desk? Because he was an idiot. A horrible idea indeed. He- of course- later argued that it was a smart and fully sound decision because how else would he have met any of the loves of his life?
Virgil then proceeded to point out that the two of them already knew each other, even if it was only a vague relationship that consisted of arguing about every single topic that came about in the literature class they shared during both of their freshman year. Roman choose to ignore this fact.
But, in this very moment, he had an idea, and to complete said idea, he would need an accomplice. An accomplice that should be in the kitchen at this very moment. Which was exactly where he went in hopes to find his victim.
“Virgil?” he spoke up.
Said boyfriend gave him a hum in reply from where he seemed to be grading papers at the kitchen table.