Young Writers Society

“...Oh, uh, I was the bird.”

"then who was the guy who came in and acted like you." Virgil pointed at Remy

“Huh? Oh, I have no idea. His guardian angel was pretty cute, though.”

"oh, i suppose so..."

“But uh, yeah. I’m your guardian demon. Surprise.”

"Nice, i suppose." Virgil looked away from Remy because he remember what he did last night when Remy put him back on his bed. Virgil started turning red a little but he couldn't stop smiling

“Mhm...”

Remy noticed, and tilted his head.

“...Why’s your face all red?”

“M-my face isn’t red!” Virgil tried to protest

“Mm...”

Remy cupped Virgil’s face and looked him over. ...He doesn’t know about personal boundaries.

“Looks pretty red to me.”

“I-…" Virgil turned red more “Please let go off my face.”

“Oh- sorry.”

Virgil let go.

"..."

“But seriously though, why are you so red?”

"Its nothing..." Virgil got up and went to the bathroom to get ready for his day, trying to forgot what happened

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