“I think my man could give any Minion a run for their money,” Harrison boasts, beaming up at his mate. He adds a playful swat on Wayne’s behind then turns to grab a plate off the kitchen island for himself and passes one to Syx. He’s a bit disappointed that the cream is already whipped since he likes watching Wayne do it at not-quite-super speed, but he knows his mate probably whipped it while he woke Syx because he was nervous.
“Someone did go a bit overboard,” he teases, nodding his head in Wayne’s direction as he reaches for several strips of bacon. “But I‘ll never complain about too much sugar. We usually do cocoa, but we can do coffee or tea if you’d like. There’s also a selection of fruit juice….”
[Even though he can’t feel Syx’s emotions, he has had years and years of experience reading blue men’s body language. This Megamind is no different in expressing intimidation, social awkwardness, and a yearning that Wayne isn’t sure the root of. It all sort of makes him want to pet the poor guy.]
Part of it is showing off, but most of it is just different dietary needs. So don’t you worry, I’m sure your Minion can kick my butt in making donuts or other sweets. [Pulling out the french press, he grabs a basic medium roast coffee so that he doesn’t overwhelm the other man with too many choices again.]
Accepting his plate and following Harrison’s lead with getting food, Syx mused over his options, “Cocoa with a quarter weak brew coffee. It’s about as close to a mocha as I can get without bouncing off the walls,” he laughed lightly, with a slight blush.
Looking over Wayne again, Syx bit his lip, “You’re… different, yet almost not different enough,” he sighed, it would be easier to not make comparisons if the two men shared less in common… but of course they would. They were both Wayne Scott and Metro Man, “Sorry, this is going to take more mental footwork then I was expecting.”
It made his heart lurch, knowing he could never have this with his own Wayne. His wouldn’t be relaxed and cooking food for everyone if Syx had invited another potential lover over for breakfast. His Wayne would have glared or left the room. Maybe even the house. It was only okay if Wayne could pretend they didn’t exist. Even though he’d told him he was alright with Syx’s nature, it turned out he was only okay in theory.
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