#my little hottopic trash baby

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Finally drew my favorite sassy bitch

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Hmm.. Can You Do “We need to get out of the heat, you’re starting to look sick.” With Prinxiety Where They’re At The Beach?

Virgil had never really been a fan of the beach, it was hot and sand was itchy and he could never find a bathing suit that seemed right for him.

But here he was, for Roman and Roman only.

Roman who tanned like Apollo when in the sun for mere moments.

Roman who's emerald eyes glittered in the sun like precious gemstones.

Roman who's ruby red hair moved in the breeze as though it was being meticulously pulled strand by strand.

Roman who's teeth were so white and shiny that Virgil could go blind looking at them for to long.

It was Roman he was here for, even if he never left the safety of his umbrella and beach towel, and he was ok with that.

Or at least he'd hoped he would be.

Soon after they'd arrived at the beach, Virgil began to feel ill. His bathing suit felt tight and his eyes felt watery and the mere thought of moving made his bones ache.

But was he going to tell that to Roman and risk ruining their vacation?

No, of course not, he wasnt a monster.

But it kept getting worse as the day went on.

Worse. . .

And worse. . .

And worse. . .

Until Virgil finally had to leave the safety of the umbrella for the bathroom.

Roman was waiting for him when he got back, and he didnt look happy.

"Virgil baby what's wrong?" Roman pulled Virgil close and held a hand over his forehead.

"I-Its nothing- ate some bad beach hot dogs-" Virgil responded hastily.

"You havent eaten anything but the popsicles we packed from the looks of it," Roman said, unimpressed as his eyes scanned the empty popsicle wrappers in their trash carrier.

"Virgil we should get you home, you're burning up," said Roman, he started to reach for their bags.

"N-no! Roman you're having so much fun- you cant just leave because of me!" Virgil attempted with little success to get Roman back on track to the volleyball court.

"I'd rather be at home with a healthy husband than having fun on the beach knowing my beloved is probably going through heat stroke," Roman said, swinging a bag over his shoulder.

"But-"

"Ah ah ah, no buts except yours in the car in front of an air conditioner," Roman interjected, Virgil merely nodded and started walking, leaning on Roman for balance.

They decided next time they wanted to go swimming, they'd just get their own pool, and maybe a sand box.

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