#I'm hoping Al gets attached to her and then breaks down about not being able to use her or smth

[feathers-silly-rambles]

My hand slipped.

Do not tag as ship.

[fakeloveaskblog]

(Hi, me again. The comment about Virgil’s thing being longer then the rest of them make me realise it’s been exactly a month since I put in an ask for him. I’m going to rectify that now.)

I’m going to make a Tupperware full of spaghetti bolognaise appear in Virgil’s fridge with a sticky note attached to it, that’s folded over so it can’t be accidentally read but has to be unfolded first. It says “Hope you are having a nice time.” He should probably know who sent it, although, wouldn’t it be hilarious with him running around madly trying to figure out who and how someone would put it in his fridge.

I tried to keep the note vague enough that even if his mum reads it she would probably just assume Virgil was given it by a friendly neighbour or something. Although she has seen me before I gave my word to stop the supernatural stuff while she was visiting and while this technically counts as ghostly interference I did try to keep it subtle. Unless Dot happens to be looking in the fridge when the Tupperware appeared she should be none the wiser.

Glow Eyes

Right around the time the pot of spaghetti bolognese appeared in the fridge Virgil got home from work. He kicked his shoes off and rubbed his tired eyes while stumbling into the apartment. The stench of mold and cigarette ash hit him.

"Ma?" He called out.

"Just finishing some dishes honey" Dot replied from the kitchen.

The kitchen sink that had been overfilled with dirty dishes had been reduced to just a cup or two. Even though Virgil was much taller than Dot by now he still leant his forehead against her arm like a little kid.

"You didn't have to clean ma"

"It's nothing sweetie! How are you going to clean up this place if you don't even have the space to get yourself a hardy meal!" She jokingly poked at his rib "Look at you! You're nothing but skin and bone!"

"You say that like literally every time you see me"

"Well then it must have some truth to it! Did you tell your therapist you haven't been able to clean lately?"

"It was a lot to go through in an hour. I think I maybe mentioned it. I'll mention it next time for sure ma"

"I think there are social workers who clean apartments for those in ne-"

"I don't wanna bother them. there are people who need it more" Virgil interrupted.

Dot put away the last cup and dish brush "If you say so honey. I'm feeling for a walk right about now. Want to come with? It's not everyday I'm in the big city!"

Virgil gave his best exhausted sigh "Woooorkkk. Tiiirreeed. Bleegh"

"Right" She patted his cheek "Well rest up honey I'll be back in an hour or so"

Soon enough Dot had left and the apartment went back to being eerily quiet. Virgil made an attempt at cleaning. He picked up some trash from the couch he was using as a bed while she was staying over. He even thought about getting a mop out. He did actually wipe the kitchen top and table down so the cigarette ash wouldn't keep darkening the wood.

It was something and he thought he deserved a break after it. He opened the fridge and found the meal you had left for him. He read the sticky note before looking around but no one beside him was in the room.

"Wow I wonder who could have left this" He muttered out sarcastically "Could it be the glowing creature who won't leave me alone. Hmm. Truly a mystery for the ages"

He grabbed the tupperware and a fork before going out to the balcony. The balcony had a lone plastic chair on it and a just as plastic table. Before eating any of your delicious food though he lit a cigarette and watched as the smoke rose up into the warming spring air.

Each year that went by it felt more and more pathetic to smoke. He wondered if he would become one of those 65 year old men smoking between breaks at work and he shuddered. He wondered if he would ever change.

"I'm just gonna assume you're here somewhere you little freak" He suddenly said "Or else I'm just rambling to the wind I guess. My ma is leaving in a few days just so you know. I guess I like appreciate you not going all ghost invasion on her or whatever. She was just here to make sure I went to my therapy session anyway. Which I have and-"

He leant back in the chair and took a long drag from the cigarette. He rubbed his eyes and dragged his fingers through his short hair.

"It feels so fucking weird that I feel all fucked up when I tell someone how I hurt Remy. That's now how it's supposed to work y'know?" He let the ash crumble down into the ash cup on the table "I've only had one session so far so my psych isn't sure 'bout it yet but she's talking about either getting me on anxiety meds or into some sort of anger management or a mix of both...which I'm not against I guess...if it helps I guess...."

He put out the cigarette and took a bite of the pasta bolognese. His eyes lit up a little from how delicious it was but obviously he didn't say anything.

"She also said" He continued with pasta still in his mouth "The psych I mean. She said it sounded like I had been 'codependent' or whatever for so long I couldn't take being lonely and she suggested I'd get like an animal? Not like a service animal 'cause those are expensive as hell my guy...just like a little dude to keep me company...I dunno...I'm not really good at taking care of myself and I'm too anxious to leave my home often...I dunno"

He took another bite of the paste before turning to where he had imagined you were sitting.

"You think I'd be good with a pet? Like honestly? Fuck which pet would I even want?"