Frozen on her balcony, Megamind sputtered, they’d had cocoa and tea together before but only in his lair. Usually, after a plot went wrong and the game got cancelled for the day. Or the time she was sick and Minion made a care package. Or the one birthday kidnapping, but he was still swearing up and down that it hadn’t been planned for the sole purpose to give her a gift and cake. It had been a true kidnapping. Definitely.
He let out a nervous laugh, “Are you sure I didn’t hit you with the knockout spray too hard last time?” he wanted to take up her offer, his feet already moving him toward the door, “It would be… horribly against kidnapper/kidnappee decorum, Miss Ritchi,” …it would also be lovely…
At the mention of the knockout spray, Roxanne slightly grimaced but then gave out a small giggle he sure knew the best way to make her smile and laugh that was for one thing very certain. She couldn’t even remember the last time she ever had a joyful type of laugh or even a little giggle before she met Megamind that very first time he kidnapped her and took her to his lair for another one of his evil schemes that never seemed to work out the way planned inside she always felt that she’s so happy and glad that that first kidnapping had happened.
“Oh, Megamind! No you didn’t hit me hard with the knockout spray last time” She said with a series of little giggles floating out passed her already parted lips. Before she could even think about what she was doing, she took his gloved hand in her own and she gave it a very small squeeze of kindness and trust. “We’ve done it before, but of course that was at your lair. It’s not like anyone would know. We can just keep this between us” she continued, giving him a reassuring smile.
All the giggling had Megamind rather worried, swallowing his voice dropped lower, “Your… have you… been drinking, Miss Ritchi?”
He didn’t let go of her hand, but it was the only thing he could think of. It was far more common to see her snarking at him and alternating between coyly complimenting his genius and verbally assaulting him for his ‘idiot schemes’ then it was to see this softer side. It made him wonder which was the real her. Though the answer was likely all of them together… and maybe more he hadn’t even seen yet. He swallowed again, he did want to know her more… but… if she was drunk, what happened if she regretted him in the morning. Letting him see her like this. His being in her apartment.
His hesitation warred through him as he stood frozen in place.
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