A/N: I really have no excuse for this fic, other than that there needs to be MOAR VR, plz. And more Rich being a tease, 'cause seriously, best thing ever right there.
Also, Richie's amazing puppy-eyes need to be considered a superpower. In 'Now You See Him', after Virg said he wasn't taking him to see his favorite boy band, nobody can tell me Richie didn't totally break out the Eyes.
That said, enjoy the fic, I own nothing.
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"Ugh, hey, Rich, sorry I'm late." Virgil burst in through the door of their hideout, flinging his backpack on the couch.
"Hey, V." Richie greeted, hunched over his workbench.
Virgil curiously went over to where Richie was busily studying something in a cage. "Sharon was cooking again and I- AAAH OH GOD WHAT IS THAT." The young hero let out a decidingly unmanly shriek and he lept backwards and away from the genius and the... thing.
Richie looked up. "It's a rat." He said calmly, smirking at Virgils distress before leaning back over to let the rat sniff his finger.
"I can see that," Virgil replied tersely. "But what the hell is it doing on your bench? AH! Geez, don't freaking let it LICK you like that, man!"
"Chill out! She doesn't have rabies, I checked." The rat started to nibble gently on him. "Heh."
"She?" Virgil was flailing and looked somewhere between clinging to the ceiling or clinging to the ceiling and taking Richie with him.
He removed his finger from cage and walked past his freaked out friend to their mini-fridge. "Yeah. I told you the gas station had rats didn't I?"
"You didn't say you would test stuff on them. And touch them."
Richie removed a cup of yogurt, peeling back the pink foil lid and sniffing at the contents before standing back up. "She isn't a lab rat, V, she's a pet rat."
Virgil stared. "Come again?"
"She's a fancy rat. A black solid color dumbo, to be precise." Richie stuck a finger in the strawberry yogurt and licked it clean. Virgil tried to stay focused on the matters at hand.
"Guh."
"I think she was someones pet." Richie continued, "So I'm keeping her."
The darker of the two shook himself out of his stupor. "But... Rich, a rat? Seriously? You know I don't like rats!" Virgils voice was steadily getting higher, Richie noted, continuing to eat his yogurt sans spoon. The action seemed to be wreaking horrible havoc on Virgils already fragile mind.
"I'm calling her Karen." He said innocently around his finger, breaking out his final weapon; the Eyes. Virgil could not resist the Eyes.
It worked and Virgil whimpered. "Fine." He conceded, "But keep her... over there." He waved a hand vaguely at the cage.
Richie let out a whoop of joy, practically skipping back to the cage to wiggle his fingers at the rat now called Karen sitting inside, who was now staring out at the two boys with fascination.
Virgil stood next to Richie, leaning on the workbench. "You are an evil genius, you know that? An evil, evil genius." He said resolutely.
Richie shrugged, scooping up another glob of yogurt with his finger and sticking it in Virgils mouth. "That's why you love me."
Fin.
