Virgil was sitting at the kitchen table, across from Logan. He had a hand clamped tightly over his mouth to muffle his laughter that he was doing a pretty bad job at suppressing. Logan looked a little confused, but his eyes betrayed his amusement.
"What are you laughing about, Hot Topic?" Roman asked as he stopped in the doorway, with Patton on his arm.
Virgil fought down his giggles before he set a hand on the table, turning to Roman. "So, you know how you and I have been teaching Logan modern slang?"
"Yeah...?" Roman asked, cautiously. He wasn't sure where this was going.
Virgil had to stop himself for laughing again. He bit back a bout and managed: "Okay, so I've expanded his vocabulary to include vine references and—"
Virgil was cut off by his own laughter, that slipped through his lips, as he was unable to contain it. He just gestured vaguely at Logan.
"I don't understand..."
Logan looked up at the pair in the doorway. Then, with a completely straight face and even voice said:
"Whattup, I'm Hamlet, I'm nineteen, and I never fucking learned how to be."
Then, Virgil fell off his chair.
"H-He's— hahahaha—such a-a n-ne-erd!"
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Incorrect Sanders Sides
FanfictionShort little drabbles about the Sanders Sides. Mostly meant to make you laugh. All ships are included (except romantic Creativitwins) Character Credit goes to Thomas Sanders and the other creators behind the Sanders Sides
