(I don't have any at the moment)
Thomas looked at Virgil. "I know, Virgil. We've all been busy, though. Besides, I can't even post any video, because Roman has no ideas. Not to mention that's very weird. I don't even know what's going on."
"What do you think your fans would think? You being so lazy, out of shape, unproductive…. they look up to you, Thomas, what happens when they see their hero as he really is?" asked Virgil cruelly. It was his job, he reminded himself. And it was fun but… didn't feel as right as it used to.
Deceit rose out of the shadows of Roman's room. "You're definitely not spreading yourself too thin, you know." he lied.
"I honestly don't know…" said Thomas.
"Deceit, why are you even in here right now? I don't want to deal with you right now. I have video ideas to come up with!" said Roman.
"Well, you summoned me." It wasn't a lie, not really. Whenever Thomas or his sides were lying, to themselves, others, there was Deceit. He didn't have to show up, of course, but by now it was getting annoying with all the lies they told. Lies of omission were especially potent in any of their meetings, and otherwise it would be a few lies of commission and subjection floating around the mindscape. "So?" he asked, waiting for an answer, any answer at all.
"Okay, I'm honestly a little sick of this. You need to pep up! Go hang out with some friends, go on a jog, just do something for your mental health! Anything!" Virgil shouted. "You're not taking care of yourself and it's having an effect on us! Are you seriously going to just waste away!?"
"What do you even want right now?" asked Roman. He was annoyed with this. It was already hard enough to come up with any ideas and now he also had to put up with Deceit.
"I didn't know it's gotten that bad! I know things have been a little off, but I didn't think it was already that bad," said Thomas.
"You summoned me," he repeated, "what is it you want right now?" Deceit asked, getting so close to Roman that it would have been a far cry had there been any chance of Deceit understanding the concept of the Personal Space Bubble.
"Pardon my French, but you're an idiot." Virgil facepalmed. "Get out there! I'm banning Parks and Recreation until you're in a better state of mind."
"Deceit, I'm just trying to come up with some video ideas," said Roman. He just wanted Deceit to leave, but he knew that wasn't going to happen.
"Fine," said Thomas, getting up.
Deceit had an infuriatingly smug grin on his face. "Are you sure you're capable of doing this at all? That you aren't a massive failure?" he asked.
"Well? Let's get to it?" said Virgil.
"Deceit, being Roman's creative side, I know I can think up of some idea," said Roman.
"Okay, let's go," said Thomas.
"Yes, I definitely am capable of seeing that there are absolutely no lies in that statement." Deceit said.
"You're going, not me. I have things to do, managing your steadily declining mental health and all that." said Virgil airily, sinking into the background.
(I meant Thomas's. I think quite fast sometimes, okay?)
"Please, Deceit, just go. I have things to work on, and you are not doing anything helpful!" said Roman.
"Bye," said Thomas as he went outside.
(I meant Thomas's. I think quite fast sometimes, okay?)
(T'wasn't referencing that but I actually never even noticed the typo. Mostly just bullshitting the plot along because monologuing conversations are fun when you want to avoid stuff.)
"Yes, I'm definitely not not doing anything helpful at all am I?" he said to himself. "Cutting to the chase, you're wearing yourself out. As is Thomas. You have incredibly bad self-confidence despite being Thomas's ego, you know." said Deceit.
(I still usually correct those if I notice them. It happens sometimes)
"Deceit, please, why are you even bringing this stuff up? asked Roman.
"Well, it's definitely not affecting your work, darling. I'm absolutely showing no concern whatsoever towards it." he leaned back, halfway sitting and halfway leaning on the table.
Roman was just looking at him. Why does he seem to care in a way? First I can't come up with any ideas, and now this? I thought he just came to bother me, he thought.
"Anyone ever told you staring is rude?" Deceit said flatly.
"Sorry, I was a little lost in thought," said Roman.
"Aren't we all in a way?" he asked cryptically. "Well, as stated, I'm not worrying about your physical and mental state at all. Don't tell me, are you really sure you can handle overworking yourself so much?"
"Deceit, I don't even know if it's possible for me to get another idea at this point, but being the creative one here, I have to try."
"It's worse than I thought," Deceit muttered. "It doesn't sound to me like you need a break." he said.
"I know, I know, it's getting bad. I should always have ideas! I have none at all," said Roman.
"Writers block much?" muttered Deceit. "Okay, listen up, my dearest handsome prince. You are getting some time off, and I will take no for an answer!"
"Okay."
"Alrighty then. Come with me, I'm unsure we'll find something to take your mind off of things." Deceit said comforting.
"Okay," Roman said, getting up to go with Deceit.