Roman's POV-
After many trials and errors, he finally got the hang of poses. Every time he touched Virgil, he turned pink. Even a small brush and he be bleeding.
Their rehearsal ended around. 11:00 PM. "I should head back to my apt." Virgil said. "Yeah. We'll practice more tomorrow." Roman answered the shorter man. "Yep. I should change out of… whatever you call this." Virgil pointed at his black shirt and boxers. Roman looked down and turned radish red. "Yeah, you might wanna do that!" Roman answered Virgil like he didn't know.
Virgil emerged back in his hoodie. "Well, see ya Princey." He saluted Roman and left. Every time he did that Roman melted.
Roman decided to finish the jacket then go to bed. Big mistake. The jacket took him til' 4:07 AM. Roman collapsed on his bed. He was still in the outfit. He didn't want to take it off. It somehow smelt like Virgil.
Roman sank on the end of his bed, hugging himself.
Roman told himself; "Patton will yell at you if you don't sleep!" He then quickly got changed and went to bed.
Virgil's POV-
As he walked down the hall to get to his apt. he thought of what happened at rehearsal. Nothing special but when he heard Roman sing he couldn't take it. And pinning him was awkward but Roman told him to do it as hard as he could to make it "promising". "What the hell does that mean?" Virgil stopped in front of his door and unlocked it.
He was still wearing the costume. He only put pants and a hoodie over top. They were Roman's closet. They smelt like him.