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“We’re lost, aren’t we?”
“We are NOT lost, Virgil,” Logan rebuked, the look of confusion on his face betraying his confident tone.
“Really, Lo? It sure looks like it to me,” Virgil replied, gesturing to the two maps Logan was looking between.
“We’re not lost, Virge,” Patton interjected cheerily, “Logan has a map!”
“You’re not helping, Pat,” Logan sighed, opening the Maps app on his phone.
“Think of it as an adventure into the unknown, our anxious friend!” Roman exclaimed dramatically, hand movements to match.
“Thanks, but I prefer charted territory,” Virgil replied sarcastically, shaking the map Logan had given him to hold.
The self-appointed navigator snatched it back to look at it again.
“Alright, we’re on the right track, we just underestimated how far it would be along,” Logan informed his friends after a couple of minutes of more bickering among the three.
“Let us be going then!” Roman commanded enthusiastically.
“Which way are we going here, Lo?” Patton asked as the quartet approached an intersection a few blocks later.
“Straight,” Logan replied without looking up from one of his maps.
“Well, that’s gonna be a bit hard for me, fellas. I think I’ll go that gay–”
Roman was interrupted by Logan smacking his outstretched arm with the rolled up map.
“OW!! What was that for?!” Roman asked indignantly.
“Leave the bad puns to Patton,” Logan replied, moving around the drama performer to catch up with their friends who had walked ahead of them.
“I thought it was good,” Roman muttered to himself, also speeding up to catch up with Patton and Virgil.