#compcund

"Just so you know, I bruise easily." Virgil smirked at the two brothers following behind him. He hadn't expected his charming wit to be as effective on the guys in Fortitude Hall. All the guys here seemed preoccupied in making the world a better place and getting stronger. Virgil might have been one of the few watching from a distance, perhaps enjoy a chuckle or two when a pair caped goody two-shoes got dirt on their pristine utility belts or lapels.

"And that's not meant to encourage you two..." Virgil begins to mention, his eyes looking to the ceiling mindlessly as he thought it through. "Okay, on second thought, might not be too bad to get a a little rough together."

Now, however, Virgil seemed to want to be involved with his scholarly peers, with the rest of the general student body. One might even say two student bodies in particular. Scratching the back of his head as he guided them to his room, a small room with simple decor and a full size bed with it's sheets tossed about. Virgil chuckles wryly at the two brothers, "Pardon the mess, I swear the sheets are washed." He leads them to his bed, hands unable to resist traveling along a trail across Monroe and Mason's hands before Virgil began to take off his shirt. "You two joining in soon?"

Did Mason have his own bed? Of course he did. Did he flop onto Monroe's bed instead as soon as he made it to their shared room? Naturally. The psychic's body fell on the mattress with a tired groan, a testament of the tiring day he had out there in training.

But just a moment after he propped his weight on his elbows to face his big brother.