*giggle snort* sweet cheese pastry this was hilarious. *giggle*
Welcome to the Neighborhood
Fandom: Thomas Sanders, Sanders Sides
Pairings: none
Summary: Virgil’s really bad at peopling, or so his new neighbors find out.
Notes: I laughed the whole way through writing this, so I hope this makes some of you giggle.
On the day the new neighbors moved in, Virgil took it upon himself to sit on the front porch and watch while munching on a bag of Doritos. Half of it was to get the tea on whoever they were. The other half was just Virgil glaring at these people who dared to move in next door.
Two men got out of the moving van. Virgil observed them from where he sat comfortably, feet propped up on the porch railing. He reached down beside his chair to pick up a walkie talkie.
“Sandman, I see two white dudes, over,” Virgil informed. The walkie talkie crackled before a sassy voice replied.
“Copy that, Dracula. But are they cute, over.”
“Standby.”
Virgil shoved a handful of chips in his mouth and squinted his emo eyes at the men. They were standing by the truck, conversing before they would begin unloading. One of them Virgil swore looked exactly like an elementary school teacher he had well over a decade ago, thus proving the existence of vampires. The other man looked like God spent a little too much time on him.
Virgil swallowed and lifted the walkie talkie again. “Subject number one looks like he can and will give you detention. Subject number two looks like he just single-handedly stopped a medieval rebellion—oh shit, he just smiled and I think an angel cried. Uh, over.”
“Daaamn,” the other replied emphatically.
“Sandman, I think they’ve spotted me, over.”
The men were looking at him now, no doubt unable to comprehend his dark and angsty exterior. The guy not wearing glasses, subject number two, offered a friendly wave.
“Subject number two just waved at me. What should I do, over.”
“Throw a Dorito at them.”
Virgil lobbed a chip over the railing. It didn’t even make it close to the two men, but they watched the effort with blank faces.
“Virgil used confusion. Very effective, over.”
Laughter erupted on the other end of the walkie. “Gurl, you actually did it, I can’t even!”
Subject number two stepped a few paces closer to call out, “Did you just throw a chip at us?”
“Yeah?” Virgil called back.
“… why did you throw a chip at us?”
“Well I wasn’t going to throw my walkie talkie,” he responded, then muttering to himself, “obviously.”
For some reason, that answer seemed to confuse subject number two further. He looked over his shoulder. The immortal school teacher stared on in contemplation. He straightened his tie and glasses and strode past subject number two, stopping on the other side of the porch railing.
“I do believe introductions are in order,” he said, all business-like. Virgil suddenly got the daunting sensation that he was in a job interview, one where he wasn’t going to get a call back. “My name is Logan. And this is my roommate, Roman. It appears that we are going to be neighbors for some time.”
“I’m sorry, but a chip?” subject number two—nay, Roman asked again, coming to stand by Logan.
“The voices told me to do it,” Virgil explained. Ignoring their twin looks of bemusement, Virgil stared them dead in the eyes while holding the walkie talkie up to his mouth. “Sandman, subjects have approached. Introductions are being initiated, over.”
“HEY BABES!!!” the thirsty hoe screamed over the walkie.
“And that would be?” Logan inquired, looking like he was trying very hard at keeping his serious composure.
Virgil shrugged. “Just my roommate.” He shoved another handful of Doritos in his mouth, crunching them like the bones of his enemies.
Roman coughed awkwardly. “So, do you always watch your new neighbors move in from the comfort of your porch with a walkie?”
“Nuh, sometimes I have binoculars.”
“…”
“Dude, that was a joke. You can laugh.”
Roman chuckled in a way that reminded Virgil of Thanksgiving dinners with his family asking if he had a girlfriend yet because they didn’t know he was gay. Uncomfortable.
Starting to feel a wee bit self-conscious, Virgil tried again, “I’m sorry, I suck at peopling. Just ask my roommate. Hey Sandman, help a guy out and tell our neighbors how much I such at peopling, over.”
“Oh yeah, Virgil sucks at people,” the walkie crackled. “Especially if they’re cute boys.”
Virgil face-palmed. To his embarrassment, he heard Roman laugh.
“Sandman, buddy, can you not, over.”
“Never.”
“Then perish,” Virgil said, dropping the walkie in the Doritos bag on his lap. He resolutely pretended that the interaction did not happen. “So yeah, I’m Virgil. Friends call me Virge. Sagittarius. Work at the library. That’s about it.”
“Wonderful! I myself am a scriptwriter,” Roman declared, smiling so bright that his teeth did the movie-star twinkle. “I am also a Gemini.”
They turned to Logan. His eye twitched subtly. “Not that I am entirely sure what our astrological signs have to do with anything, but I would fall under the Scorpio sign. I teach for a living.”
Virgil stopped breathing. “Teach where?”
“I’ll be teaching at the public elementary in town.”
Virgil snatched the walkie out of the chip bag. “Sandman, how are our stores of garlic and holy water, over.”
“You told me to perish and then expect me to do something for you? Not on my Christian Minecraft server.”
“Remy!”
“Bye Felicia!”
With his backup not responding, Virgil could only improvise. He yeeted the Dorito bag at Logan’s face, yelling, “The power of Christ compels you!” before booking it into the house and locking the door.
Meanwhile, Logan brushed all of the spilled chips off of him, more than a little annoyed. “From the context, I assume he somehow thought me to be a vampire, but other than that I don’t even remotely understand what just happened.”
Roman laughed his ass off. “I don’t know, it was pretty funny. I think I like this guy.”
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