so. How are you all going to convince me to not tell Red about this? I assume they still don't know, and I'm taking them out on a date tmr, so you better hurry and answer this
-🦴
🗺️ Thomas... Thomas please.
🧼 Dude... Really? I mean c'mon, I thought you two were like- married at this point!
🗺️ Anniversary on the fourth next month- BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT!!
🧼 Ah, February 4th, huh? Got it memorized and everything? That's a lotta work for a guy who hasn't even let his husband in on the team blog...
🗺️ SHUT UP.
🧼 *scampered away evil gremlin style.*
🗺️ God... Okay, Thomas? I'll literally pay you. Wait no you're already rich... Uh- um. I'll... Shit- do you want some like... Paper? I'll give you paper! Just please don't tell Red...
Roman Day 3: Princey is cursed to be clumsy in everything he does for one whole week! I wonder how that plays out?
Part 1 / Part 2 (You are Here!) / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
The bad day turns into a bad week and Thomas is here to help find out what is going on.
A side of a person is more than just the base of their name. While one could be called Creativity or Fanciful as a main origin it can encompass many aspects. It, in an example, could also encompass the self-confidence, the ego, the feminine touches, bravery, romance, and even, just maybe, a partial bit of what one thinks would be the perfect them.
Of course the side will also harbor slight negative traits such as self-doubt and a constant need of praise but there is some alarm when something is off besides the obvious downsides of being part of a whole.
It had been little things since the day Roman came home after he went on a quest to defeat a witch. In the past three days he had dropped two bowls, a cup, tripped when going up and down the grand staircase he had created, accidentally smacked Logic in the face when making a grand gesture (which made Anxiety and Morality very amused), and his usual grand entrances seemed to be lacking in the grandness and just left everyone feeling a little awkward.
Every time Princey was confronted with the evidence that something was off about him he would wave it off and blame it on the slow and natural loss of creative energy as Thomas worked through his latest creative buzz.
No one was convinced about this.
Logan was not convinced since he remembered those times clearly as if they had happened yesterday. Patton was not convinced because he had lost two of his favorite mugs and really did not want to risk a third. Virgil was not convinced because all the clumsy behavior was usually his job because of what he represented and it was weird seeing his opposite do it.
They did just did not have a good way to confront the fanciful side about this behavior until Thomas gave them the perfect opportunity.
Roman had decided the best way to avoid any mess ups was to hide away in his room for a short bit and just not touch anything. Yesterday had he tried to dance along to his Disney mix but ended up tripping and knocking down five of his framed posters.
Currently he sat on his bed. There was nothing more to that statement. The Prince’s hair was not as perfect as it normally was, his ripped sash hung on the baseboard of the bed in wait of its owned to fix it, and he was still in his pajamas.
He planned on touching nothing until he figured out what was going on. He did not have long to think about it before he felt a familiar tug on his very being.
“Oh no,” he said to himself and tried to resist the summons.
The prince sat stiffly on his bed as he fought against the tug and did not let out a breath until it faded away as Thomas seemingly gave up on bringing him to the physical plane.
A pitiful groan escaped him when he was left with an emptiness; guilt swarmed his heart. Thomas needed him and probably for something important. He could not leave his person without his aid. What if there was a threat that Thomas needed vanquished or a crush he needed an ear to listen to.
“No-WHA!?!” Roman stood up fast, his intention to do a heroic pose failing as he almost slipped over a stray sock. He caught himself on the side of his bed and glared at the offending object that had almost ruined his dramatic moment.
“Anyway,” his voice was annoyed as if the sock could understand how it had offended him. “No! I will not disappoint Thomas in such way!”
In as much a rush he could go without falling over or hitting his elbow he changed into an outfit suitable for whatever was needed of him while not being in his normal princely regalia.
A simple yet stylish shirt under a gold jacket would do for now. Never going to be as good as his usual attire but he did not have time to dwell on that fact. The tugging had started again and it was insistent. If he did not show up this time the others would one searching and that was the last thing he needed.
With a deep breath he sunk out of his room and tried to appear in his usual grand entrance kind of way.
Roman failed at is miserably. He appeared in his normal spot a little too fast and fell backwards into the TV. The poor machine fell with a bang and Roman landed on top of it.
“The Empire has fallen!” Someone said as soon as he crashed to the floor. Probably Virgil or Patton, in his current shocked state Roman could not tell.
“Whoa, Roman! Are you alright?”
Roman put on a smile and carefully as he could got up. “I am quiet alright, Thomas. Do not worry, I just overestimated my entrance by a tad.”
“This is the third issue I wanted to bring up with you Thomas,” Logic said from where he stood in front of the hallway, “Roman has been a bit off as of late.”
“Just because I have been a little less than fabulous as of late does not mean we need a whole group meeting to discuss it.”
Patton and Virgil were just staring at Prince with odd looks on their faces.
“This was not exactly why I asked you to show up,” Thomas said, “I wanted to go over the recent script that we wrote, look for errors, the usual stuff but I think this is kind of more important.”
“Yeah, but first. Is there something different about you?” Patton asked and put his finger to his chin, “I feel like there is something different.”
“He’s not wearing his normal stuff, Patton.” Virgil pointed out, “And I don’t like it.”
“No that’s not it.”
Logic sighed and did his best to not roll his eyes at Patton’s obliviousness. He pushed on with his points; taking out a clipboard seemingly from nowhere.
“You see, Thomas, since Wednesday Roman has been odd. He came back from a fantasy adventure-”
“An epic quest to stop an evil witch!” Roman interjected.
“And upon his return he has been acting strangely. Normal behavior of gracefulness that comes with being your more fanciful side has seemed to depleted. He is showing rates that surpass the clumsiness levels of Patton and even Virgil.”
Thomas glanced at the two sides in question and than back at Logan.
“And that means?”
“It means he is breaking things and falling over like crazy,” Virgil stated bluntly, “It was funny at first but not it is just getting annoying. Patton’s mug collection is getting very thin.”
Patton pouted. “I miss my World’s Okayest Dad mug.”
Logan glared at the other two and continued on like they had not talked, “This means there is obviously something wrong with Roman that is beyond just the natural decline in your creative spark. This is an outside force and, as much as I hate to ask, we need Roman to tell us exactly what happened on his ‘magical quest.’.”
Roman had turned his attention to the TV while they had been talking. It had been a terrible thing to see that it was been broken because of his mistake. He stopped his inner speech of despair to turn and look at the four pair of eyes that were staring at him.
“What?”
“We wish for you to tell us exactly what you did the day before you became so accident-prone,” Logan stated.
Roman sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “Before it is ‘Roman, we don’t want hear about your nonsense quests’ and now that things are being broken you want to hear all about them to blame them on this, don’t you?”
“Well, seeing how none of this happened before you went on that imaginary adventure it is highly likely that something happened while you were out in your created world.”
“And I do like hearing about what you did while out,” Patton interjected when he saw Roman’s face turn stormy at the simply stated answer from Logic. “And this tale is the most important so we can help you get better.”
“Yeah, Roman, your tales are always the best,” Thomas said with a smile, “They help me when I am feeling down.”
Roman smiled a little and looked away. A glance being sent to the silent side on the stairs; practically begging for more praise.
Anxiety sighed in that dramatic way that just told he was not actually mad about this. He shoved his hands into his hoodie’s pockets and looks away with a shrug.
“I guess they are okay, when you don’t go overboard with the dramatic details.”
Roman brightened instantly and almost seemed to be his old self. “That is good enough for me! Alright here is what happened!”
