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.
My thoughts are racing faster than my body can react
The danger doesn’t register, the fear feels like an act
Don’t pull the plug I swear this isn’t how I want to go
The sound of my heart pounding tells me there’s still hope
[TXT MSG: Unhand me you fiend!! *kicks and waves arms, pretending to struggle dramatically* ]
[TXT: *slides my coiled length up and down over your lovely blue cock* I’m going to counts this as continued naughty behavior I do hope you know >;P *ties up both your arms* ]
[TXT MSG: *pants as your tentacle jacks me, wriggling and straining against my bindings* You… you’re evil…. ]
[TXT: positively witcked~ *silences you with a heated kiss as I move with you* and you love it >;) ]
“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.
“Never alone. I did tell you I have a legion of Brain Bots,” Syx arched an eyebrow, “But no, I could never do all of this without Minion. He’s… my companion. We’ve always been together,” it was hard to even describe what Minion was to him. His fish was everything. Minion was home.
Syx looked over his various creations in an array of destruction, letting slip, “Besides it’s easy to make them when they are made to be destroyed.”
“I wouldn’t consider brain-bots as a relevant company but yes… Minion, you say?” He asked with his expression, arching his left eyebrow slightly as he turned to a side to look back to Syx. That name sounds more like servant or slave to him. But for Syx might have another kind of weight.
“Who is Minion by the way? Friend? Family? Is he handsome like you?” his last question was followed by a short chuckle but again turns to look at Syx, or better, Megamind weapons.
“There better company than most of the idiots in this city,” Syx said with the same air as someone who owns and loves far too many cats. Letting the conversation fall to Minion, Syx hesitated, not sure how open he should be with this stranger… but the conversation was nice and Zagam seemed genuinely interested in everything… so…
“It’s complicated… he’s family. My best friend. He’s also my guardian and caregiver. But he also acts as my henchmen. It rather defies being locked into a standard human relationship definition,” Syx shrugged, it’s just the way we’ve always been, from the first day he was handed to me.”
“Oh please do enlighten m! We are both on the same side of the law after all, are we not? I highly doubt my interactions with your particular Doom Syndicate will be any worse than with mine.”
“Mm, are we?” Rockatoo muses; after the past few years, not being able to tell with some of the various blue faces around the city was a matter of course. “An’ ya bein’ a bi’ rude there, ya know.”
“There is a huge gulf between being on the same side of the law and needing to be occasional allies and being friends, Mrs. Delic. I don’t know where on that line you currently fall and you’ve hardly been less rude yourself.”
With his holowatch firmly in place and activated, Syx strode into the small tattoo parlor wearing his most often used dark skinned face. His afro filling a portion of the space his blue head did in order to help the disguise generator. He found that the less the watch had to drastically fabricate the more realistic the disguise and the longer the charge lasted. Generating flowing hair and clothing he wasn’t actually wearing stressed the-the algorithms in the watch and increased the likelihood he’d end up looking like a CGI character come to life.
Smoothing out his leather jacket, Syx grinned at his uncle and leaned against the counter. Chatting about business and news since he’d been in prison. Passing on messages from those who were still inside.
Noticing Paige coming in he gave her a little wave, heading over toward her and plopping down in her tattoo chair as if he hadn’t turned down every offer she’d ever made to give him one. He flashed her a wide charming smile, green eyes shining.
“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs.
Syx rubbed his face feeling horribly awkward and he curled up in the chair, “Where you we even go from here?”
He hadn’t ever pictured this as a possible outcome. Hadn’t envisioned what he could possibly do or say. Feeling wholly unprepared he let out a soft laugh, “Well I suppose this means tattoos are no long out of the question.”
She scoffed, rolling her eyes in an almost dramatic fashion, one that was a bit more out of character from how she generally acted around him before. “..Hell if I know,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “Its not like I do this all the damn time,” seh added, motioning over towards him.
She was quiet for a moment, the slight twitch of her lips making it clear she was trying to not smile at what he said. “You don’t really have any excuse to not get one now, no,” She agreed, chuckling softly.
“It may surprise you to know, but I don’t do this every day either,” Syx raised a brow at her, a ghost of a smile creeping onto his face as her dramatic eye rolling, “Maybe… we start over? I could… properly introduce myself? Or do we just… pick back up like I just popped in to say hi instead of crashing here because I was too exhausted to make it home?” his fingers traced over his wrists, still nervous of the idea of someone else touching them, seeing them.
“Good, great, we’ve established that no one cares. Who exactly am I not caring about again? Otherwise, you’ll just going to forever be Boring Legless Man. Unless you prefer that, but it really lacks something as even a stage name.”
I’m not entirely legless. It’d be inaccurate to call me that, and I think that’s even ruder than calling me Boring Legless Man in the first place.
You tell me your name first.
“The point isn’t to be nice. I am a super villain after all.”
“Megamind, Incredibly Handsome Criminal Genius and Master of all Villainy! Now you go~”
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