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Ticklish Prince Training

This was inspired by many fanfiction by RavenLeeWriter on Tumblr! Check her out, she's awesome!! She's made a lot of Septiplier, one involving training with knives and stuff before they dealt with alternates, so it inspired me to make a chance of a Lee!Roman Fanfic! If you don't know the ship, it's Prinxiety (Roman x Virgil of Thomas Sanders, also highly request watching)
 
Without further ado, let's get to it! Hope you enjoy!~

The Prince was trudging back and forth in his room, pacing. Pacing was something people normally do during stress or complete utter thinking moments, which he assumes Logan, or Logic, must do a lot. He sighs and rubs his temples. He couldn't explain it, but he was faltering in his whole 'Brave' category.

He had fought a Dragon Witch off screen in one of the latest Sanders Sides videos, but many comments had said it was fake, that they used sound effects, and he just wasn't having it! He couldn't stand the thought of faking something like that! It was dreadful and he could've died!! ...Right?

Roman sighs, admitting defeat in his pacing thought and gave up trying to think of a way to redeem himself as the brave and noble character he'd been dubbed as. He sat on the end of his bed, unsure what to do.

"Will you keep it down? I'm trying to drown in my mus-" An angsty and kinda annoyed voice popped up out of nowhere. "What's wrong with you?" He eyed Roman in confusion. This was Anxiety, or Virgil, the root of all things of bad emotion. Sure he had his moments to smile, even stiffen a laugh to show he didn't have any good in him, even though everyone knows that he is capable.  Why was /he/ here??

"Why do you care? Aren't you listening to that PG 13 music in your room?" Roman crossed his arms. He's recently become easier custom to talking to Anxiety, even though it took quite some time and practice. So both of them knew, this was playful banter and sarcasm. Something Anxiety was always familiar with.

"For your information, Sir-Sings-A-Lot, I was. Until I kept hearing loud thuds back and forth from up here and got sick of it. Until I found you... sulking? Since when do you of all people sulk? And what about? Not like you have anything weighing you down." Anxiety deadpanned. He was always.. how do you say... blunt. He's working on emotions though. Just give it time, Patton says.

"Well, you remember that dragon I slayed?" "No- Wait yeah.. That was on Valentine's day too I think. You went all out just to impress Thomas's friend, Valarie." "As I was saying..." Roman glared at him before rolling his eyes. "Many in our comments section found it... fake. Planned. Not real. Saying I'm not as brave as I let on to be!" Anxiety raises an eyebrow. "And..?"

"..and I didn't like them saying that! So I've been pacing for hours trying to figure out a way to change their minds and prove I'm the hero! Prove how amazing I am!~" Roman declares. "Wow. Ego much?" Anxiety scoffs slightly, but it was sarcastic and not actually hurtful.

Roman pouted at Anxiety, as if he waited for an idea out of the dark and gloomy trait he's grown to be so close to. Virgil just stares at him with a 'what the heck do you want me to do about it?' look. That is until Prince got an idea, and his face surely showed it when his eyes sparkled.

"Ugh I hate when you get that look..." Anxiety leaned a bit back in nervousness. "Stop. Just tell me what it is, you're eyes are blinding me." Roman crosses his arms before beaming. "We should spar!!"

"We should what now??" "Spar!" "And what's that?" "How do you not know what that is?! It's only the most ethical form of training! Princes and knights all across the lands do it! Imagine fencing, with swords and possible pain! Only neither get hurt!" Roman announced.

"So you want to spar, with me, in hopes to prove to people you're brave and didn't fake your stupid battle against a dragon?" "Exactly!!~" "Heck no." Roman glares at him before grinning. "I will tell Dad that you've been downing yourself again, I'm sure he'd love to hear that you've been all gloomy and depressed yet again. He even claimed to fight you last time, but I'm sure he meant drown you in hugs and affection." Roman was fixing his sleeves like fancy people in suits doing business.