Virgil woke up to Aricka stealing one of his hoodies-the black one he wore in his earlier appearances on the show.. "Hey," he protests. She turns around, the hoodie not only hanging of her small frame, but the bottom reached her knees, and the sleeves covering her hands. He gulps, and was glad his room was so dark-his face went as red as Sir-Sing A-lots sash. "N-Never mind," he quickly says.

She walks over, and hugs him. "Morning, Verge." Her voice was always lower in the morning than it was any other time of day, and full of sleep, making her sound so adorable. Not that Virgil thought that. No, not at all.

He blushes, and hides his face in her shirt-well, his hoodie, but it was on her. "Morning."

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They decided to just hang out in his room that day. Aricka cuddled up with his teddy bear, Mr. Brownie:

"I remember getting you this bear. You still cuddle with it?"

"Yeah." he answers, leaning against her out of habit. She starts runnning her fingers through his hair. "That actually feels good, don't stop please."

"No problem." she replies, and continues to while they scroll through Tumblr. Aricka laughs at one of the Sanders Sides headcanons, and reblogs it. "I can't believe they haven't figure out that we aren't just one person, and we're all separate people. I mean, the way the fandom is. I mean, they should at least tell that I'M a separate person."

"Thomas has them so well fooled even he forgets we're separate people," Virgil comments.

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Do I like you? Aricka was thinking, while Virgil slept. I mean, you're really cute, funny, and amazing. Yes, I think I like you...No, scratch that. I love you.

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Now Aricka was asleep, curled up with the bear-which was probably the brightest thing in his room, now that he thought of it. He was running his fingers through her hair. Do I like you? You've always been on my side-even when the others were against me, you stuck up for me. You were like a mini female knight, fighting the others for me.

She stirs and he whispers, "Go back to sleep." Then he went back to thinking. Come to think of it, there hasn't been a day where you HAVEN'T stuck up for me. You might get mad at me, but you always are there. I love you for that, you know? He froze at that thought. Do I love you? I think I do...No, wait. I do love you.

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