《De-Aged..Virgil?》Come on, Virgil, smile!
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*3rd Person*
The worst part of Virgil's day is when he looks into the mirror in the morning. Why, you ask, would such a cutie pie hate that?
Because he doesn't like himeslf. He's-you could say-afraid of himself. He's afraid to look in the mirror.
Anyway, he looks regardless, because he has to brush his teeth/apply the white foundation he always wears, and walks out.
I have crossed the horizon to find you..
Aricka's the first to notice him in the center room, sketch book in hand, and smiles at him. "Heya Virgil!" he gives a weak smile, and the memory of last night came to the surface, making him blush.
Ou loto mamaina toa...
"Hi." he goes and sits on the stairs, and starts working on coloring the sketch from the previous day-the one of Aricka and Logan on the couch reading.
I know your name...
"Hey guys, let's play a game, where we talk about what scares us, or what we're afraid of," Patton suggests. "I'll get Thomas!"
"Wait-no-" but before Virgil could protest, Patton was gone. "I can't play."
"Aw, come on Charlie Frown!" Roman begs. "Just one game. Please?"
Manatu atu....
Virgil shrugs-they wouldn't give up until he did, so why not? He sits next to Aricka, who gives him a worried look. He reaches over and squeezes her hand once, twice-their code for I'll tell you later.
They have stolen the heart from inside you...
"Alright, I'll go first," Patton says. "I'm afraid of losing any of you guys. I love you all-you're my family."
Of course, everybody awwed and cooed at the dad-like trait's answer-it was Patton, of course he'd say that.
"Aricka's next!" Patton says.
Taku pelepele...
"Okay-I'm afraid of heights, the dark, spiders, small and enclosed spaces, and falling nightmares."
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But this does not define you
"Virgil's turn!" Aricka says, turning to give him a small smile.
Manatunatu...
His turn.
Virgil takes a deep breath. "I'm afraid of myself." He looks down, unsure of what the reaction would be.
Two arms wrap around him, followed by the smell of mango and peach perfume-Aricka. He closes his eyes, and hot tears-no, no, not now, why now?-started to fall again. He hugs her back, hiding his face in her shirt.
This is not who you are...
"Can you tell us why?" Logan asks. Virgil feels two other people hug him-Thomas and Patton, maybe?
"I just-don't like me, I guess." is all he can say. Aricka hugs him tighter. She leans so she can whisper in his ear.
"I know the feeling. Don't tell anyone." He nods. He'd stopped crying, but he didn't really want to stop hugging her-it felt nice.
You know who you are....
"That's why you didn't want us to play this game," Roman says, and Virgil sees him wipe at his eyes. "You didn't want to tell us this."
Aricka leans back, and gently wipes his tears away. "Let's do something to make Virgil happy again," she suggests. "How about a pillow fight?"
"Great idea," Logan agrees.
We set a course to find
A brand new island everywhere we roam
Aue aue
We keep our island in our mind
And when it's time to find home, we know the way....
They set up for the pillow fight, and Aricka hugs Virgil again. "Come on, Virgil, smile!" she says.
He was about to, but someone hit him from behind. Grabbing the pillow Aricka held out, he turns-and whacks Roman in the face with it. Patton hits Aricka, who turns and hits Logan, and before long feathers were everywhere.
But it was worth it.
Because Virgil was happy again.
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