“That’s what I keep telling Minion,” Syx ranted, hands flapping in the air as he spoke, “It’s just science and there are always bound to be a few explosions and fires! It’s all part of the learning processes,” he harrumphed and crossed his arms, “But apparently he hates learning because I’m on permanent ban. Again.”
His lip tucked into his mouth again at the mention of the apron, “Oh ho ho, that would never work. I don’t think dinner would ever get made if I was witness to such a thing. I’d find far too many places to kiss the wearer of that apron.”
“Exactly,” Harrison agreed, polishing off the last of his cocktail just as the waiter returns to take their empty plates. “Wayne keeps trying to teach me “knife skills”-“ he said, making air quotes with his fingers, ”-but he doesn’t want to let me experiment. If I’m going to slice and dice, I want to figure it out myself.” He rolls his eyes as the waiter pours each of them a glass of wine that appeared to have a plant growing in the glass.
Their waiter placed a small plate with three transparent raviolis in front of each of them.
“Pasta and wine course,” the waiter announced before nodding and leaving them to their food.
“As for me, I certainly don’t mind watching that perfectly chiseled ass with a pretty little apron bow tied on top,” Harrison announced. “And Wayne really likes to cook. Sometimes I wonder if he hadn’t had the expectation of being the Scott heir or the responsibility of being Metro Man, if he might have ended up in the kitchen of a place like this.” He picks up his glass and tries to study the plant inside.
Syx turned over one of the clear ravioli on the plate, humming in interest, “Another difference between them, then. Wayne could cook, but it wasn’t a passion from what I could tell,” not that Wayne really ever opened up much to him. But he didn’t want to focus on that heartbreak with when he had a wonderful man sitting across from him. He smirked, “I am in awe of your’s skill then. It must take a strong man to keep cooking under a lustful blue gaze.”
“Also, most of this has made sense in one way or another… but why is the wine growing?” Syx queried, watching Harrison study the wine glass.
Watching the subtle shift in facial expressions, the look in Harrison’s eyes as he spoke… Syx wanted to see the man work. Wanted to see the look in his eyes as he discovered the solution to a problem. To see his face transform in frustration and delight and concentration. That and all the other fun that began to invade his thoughts at the idea of haveing a sexy blue man beside him in a workshop. While the villain was all about workshop safety… a perfect height lab table was a wonderful thing… as his thoughts wandered, he ran his thumb idly over the rim of his own glass, his green eyes hooded from his imaginings.
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