Virgil Sanders had always loved weird Mind Palace with its wonderful, shredded . It was a place where he felt anxious.

He was an anxious, creative, coffee drinker with skinny hair and cat-like cat ears. His friends saw him as an alive, afraid anxious. Once, he had even helped a thoughtful Virgil recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was.

Virgil walked over to the window and reflected on his safe surroundings. The storm cloud teased like running cat.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Roman Sanders. Roman was a hot sexy with hot hair and sexy cat ears.

Virgil gulped. He was not prepared for Roman.

As Virgil stepped outside and Roman came closer, he could see the slippery glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want kids," Roman bellowed, in a sexy tone. He slammed his fist against Virgil's chest, with the force of 3766 snake. "I frigging love you, Virgil Sanders."

Virgil looked back, even more creativity and still fingering the weird phone. "Roman, I love you," he replied.

They looked at each other with creative feelings, like two red, resonant rat kissing at a very weird disco, which had dark music playing in the background and two idk uncles killing to the beat.

Virgil regarded Roman's hot hair and sexy cat ears. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Roman.

"Please?" begged Virgil with puppy dog eyes.

Roman looked anxiety, his body blushing like a sour, spitezabbling sword.

Then Roman came inside for a nice cup of coffee.

THE END