“My lonliensss is killing me! And I~, I must confess I still believe!”
“Roman look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t take my Tim Burton posters.”
Deceit rinsied the shampoo out of his hair just as the chorus began.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.”
The warm water was gone, instead it was a cold hallway. Deceit didn’t even try and open his eyes to know half his face was slowly turning red because of the two staring at him.
Water slowly dropped down his nose.
“Creativity, please…wasn’t there an agreement to not lie at this hour?”
The lying side huffed and sunk out of his room. Shower ruined once again.
“I didn’t know it was yours, I swear I thought it was mine.”
Deceit fell from the ceiling into Morality’s lap. The side had a toothbrush in his mouth and looked a little confused on what was happening until he saw Virgil looking at him in horror.
“Virgil,” Patton shifted the snake side in his lap. Not even phased by this. “I am surprised at you. You didn’t have to lie. I would have let you have my drink or gotten you your own.”
“…You are lying over a drink, Anxiety?”
“That sounds like a suitable idea.”
Deceit was woke up from his lazy sun nap when his body hit the carpet covered rug. The man hissing in pain as he sat up and rubbed his head.
He didn’t get an answer. Just a very angry Prince glaring at someone over his head.
“So what about my idea is unsuitable, nerd?” Roman puffed his chest out.
“Patton suggested I with hold my usual blunt criticisms. I was sparing your feelings.”
“Well, now I want to know where I went wrong.”
Deceit sunk out without a peep.
“Hey, hey,” Morality hugger Thomas to his chest, “no need to cry, kiddo. Everything will be okay. Tomorrow everything will be long forgotten.”
Deceit tried to be quiet as he suddenly landed on the other side of the couch. He had been in the middle of eating but now found himself looking at Thomas’s back. His eyes widened sensing it was Morality that said the lie.
The two of them locked eyes and Deceit gave a nod of understanding before he sunk back to his lunch.
Some lies are needed, after all.