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“You took my hat.”
“I needed it.”
Deceit folded his arms across his chest, fixing the prince with a disapproving stare. “You still stole my hat, Roman.”
Shrugging, the guilty prince just looked away. “I still needed it.”
“To cheat?” The lying side asked in exasperation.
Roman pulled his legs up on the side of the bed, and patted the scarlet covers next to him invitingly. “Come on, it was funny! At least let me make my case, Mr. Master Lawyer Man,” he teased, “I have the right to a fair trial!”
The lying side sat down next to him with a huff. “Rights are a restricted commodity that are strangled by a government who--”
“SO basically,” the prince started, cutting him off, “I needed to use the power of slanted games and quick handiwork in order to secure the best movie - Frozen, naturally - was chosen for movie night!” He paused, and then added, somewhat darkly, “The movie night I personally invited you to.”
Fixing his reclaimed hat, Deceit rolled his eyes. “Yes, and I told you that Disney is a corrupt organization based in monopolizing the entire film and entertainment--”
Roman dramatically threw himself to the side, sprawling on his back in the other’s lap. “But I asked you! Almost everyone was there! Thomas missed you! Not to mention,” He reached up and snatched the hat off Deceit’s head, ignoring the startled hiss, and placed it on his own. “I knew that taking your hat would lure you out of your room!”
Deceit’s eyes narrowed as Roman continued talking, waving his hands dramatically and seemingly unaware of how irritated his audience was.
“It’s too bad you didn’t show up sooner - you could have watched the movie with us! We would have loved your company, you know.” Roman looked up into Deceit’s eyes, smiling warmly in a way that brought heat to the human side of the liar’s face.
“I wasn’t invited,” he muttered.
Roman grabbed Deceit’s face with both hands, almost losing the stolen hat in his rush to sit up. “Deceit! I literally invited you! Just because the others didn’t…”
Realization washed over him like an overpowering tidal wave, and this time, embarrassed heat rose to Roman’s cheeks. He laid back down, letting go of the now silent aspect’s face, and looked away.
The uncomfortable silence seemed to stretch on forever, until Roman finally couldn’t take it any longer. “You know,” he muttered, looking back at Deceit, “I don’t care if the others don’t want you around. You could always just… Hang out with me.” He paused, unsure, before continuing. “At the very least, you know, I appreciate you.”
Grabbing his hat back, Deceit abruptly stood, sending Roman tumbling to the floor with a yelp. “I can’t stand you Creativities - you’re so… ugh!” He smacked his free hand over his reddened face, letting out a flustered hiss. “Don’t you think about the meaning of words before you say them?!”
“Uh, of course,” Roman scoffed, sitting up and fixing him with a pout, “And I meant what I said. I appreciate you, and I like you, and I want you around!”
Deceit glared, blush so strong it gave his face a Christmas-colored theme, and hissed with pure, flustered rage. “You… You can’t… You can’t just say things like that! Don’t be so… ssssso… Augh!”
The prince watched as the snake-like side stormed out in an embarrassed huff, and sighed heavily.
“Love you too, Jekl and Lied…”