Okay I loved that a little too much-
A random idea I also had (it’s fun talking to you):
Janus says “bluburries” instead of “blueberries”. And he only does it because Remus taught him how to speak.
I have this headcanon that Remus helped Janus learn to read and speak more than just hissing and the phrase “fuck off”. And Remus, now knowing better, cringes a little when Janus says something the way he used to.
So I just picture Janus and like two or three other people are filming and Remus just goes “what’s your favorite fruit?”
And chaos happens
it's fun talking to you too! also i just had to throw virgil being embarrassed in there too, dark side solidarity
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It was an olive branch, a peace offering, Janus knew that much. Thomas was doing his best (as lackluster as that felt at times) to mend the bonds between all of the sides, and what easier way to do that than force them all to be in a Q&A video and stand next to each other despite the current very heated tensions, and play nice for the camera?
No one had the heart to tell Thomas what a terrible idea that was.
Actually, correction: everyone told him it was a terrible idea. Even Patton, who mostly didn’t want to share his spot with Janus while Virgil and Roman death-glared at them both the entire time. Thomas elected to ignore them all on that front.
So here they all were, with Remus squeezed in next to Logan (who was the only one willing to tolerate him for a film shoot) and Janus next to Patton, all trying to avoid eye contact as Thomas filtered out questions from his twitter and asked them.
All in all, the shoot sucked. An hour in and Roman was the only one engaging, if only to save face and pretend he wasn’t peeved like everyone else.
Thomas huffed, shoving his phone back into his pocket before crossing his arms. “So you all are just going to… keep doing this huh? It’s kinda saying something if I’m the one trying to make you get along… no one wants to cooperate?”
“Hey! I─”
“Not you, Roman, don’t worry.”
Roman relaxed as quickly as he’d wound himself up, rocking awkwardly on the heels of his boots as everyone else continued to look about and pretend they couldn’t hear Thomas.
Finally, Logan chimed in, “while I personally am disaffected regardless of if everyone agrees to contribute to this video or not─”
“Liar,” Janus muttered.
Logan gave him a pointed look before continuing, “...there is the fact to face that several of the questions you posed Thomas poke at subject matter that is still, for some bizarre reason, an ‘open wound’ for several of us. Not me. As I said, I’m disaffected regardless.”
Janus rolled his eyes, muttering something private to Patton who laughed nervously, tapping his fingertips together.
“Perhaps we could start more lighthearted, with questions we have regarding one another,” Logan proposed, pulling a notepad and pen out of thin air. “I personally have several questions regarding Janus’s scales─”
“For the last time, Logan,” Janus gestured a gloved hand to the group, “not here.”
Virgil cleared his throat, “...I don’t love still having to be here, but if it gets us done with this video sooner I’ve got some dumb questions. You know, if we need them or whatever,” he trailed off.
“Anything that gets me away from Liar’s Fright over here,” Roman sighed, which garnered a confused look from everyone.
Roman blinked. “Liar’s Fright? Like Liar’s Night? The fictional holiday from Dungeons and Dragons? It’s a big dance but everyone has a spell cast that makes them unable to tell who everyone else is?”
Silence.
“...Thomas you’re in a campaign, you should know─ never mind, it’s irrelevant, let’s get this shoot over with!”
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Thirty minutes and some fumbling later, the ball was finally starting to roll on actual good content to upload, which mostly consisted of Remus asking extremely vulgar or plain weird questions and Thomas doing his best to sanitize them for everyone else to answer.
Others finally started piping up with questions of their own, and as surface level as they were, Thomas could see bridges that once had been burned slowly start to replace their foundations.
And then hilarity ensued.
“Uh, favorite fruit?” Virgil shrugged, his posture more relaxed as he leaned against the wall.
Everyone started rattling off different fruits, but as Janus spoke, the room turned dead quiet.
His face dropped in unamused, sardonic fashion. “Oh please, don’t tell me that blueburries are a sign of deception or something, I can never win in this house,” Janus muttered, rolling his eyes.
“...Can you say that one more time?” Roman asked.
Janus looked over, “what, deception?”
“No, blueberries.”
He scrunched together his eyebrows, looking now more lost than annoyed. “blueburries.”
“Blueberries.”
“Blueburries.”
“Berries.”
“Burries.”
“Wait, it’s not blueburries?” Virgil jumped in, giving a very pointed look at Remus, who in a surprising turn of events had moved to hide behind Logan.
“No, it’s not blueburries, it’s blueberries─ right?” Roman blurted out, looking to Patton for confirmation.
With a bewildered grin, “kiddo, the more you say that word the less I’m sure it’s even a real thing.”
“Yeah even I don’t know which is right anymore,” Thomas muttered, repeating the word to himself under his breath as though to prove which was right. (It wasn't working.)
Remus whispered something to Logan, who in turn sighed, signaling the group’s attention. “Remus has a clarification to make.”
Stepping back from behind the other, “...sooooo I kinda sorta maybe thought it would be funny to teach you two words wrong when we were holed up by ourselves years ago. In my defense,” he added loudly, “I was right, it’s very funny.”
Virgil and Janus both scowled, while everyone else snickered to themselves.
“So,” Janus started, a faux smile wide on his face, “you thought it was funny to teach us to speak incorrectly? Amusing? Did you get your little chuckle out of our embarrassment, hm?”
“I’m sensing,” Remus hummed, wearing a wary smile of his own, taking a step backwards, “that you’re upset with me.”
“Thomas,” Virgil said, cracking his knuckles, “I’d end the video if I were you.”
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