Megamind lay sprawled on his couch. Staring at the glowing lights. Heād only managed to get half undressed and had left the double layer of jeans on. But he was inside and that was what mattered. Minion had given up on wrangling the teen and had left him giggling on the reclaimed sofa.Ā Megamind tossed another cheez it into the air, trying to catch it in his mouth, orange dust and crumbs and missed crackers laying all over him.
Heād had his first serious run in with the purple drug lord. Laughing the older man had sent the feisty teen away as high as a kite. Minion shored up the boards and tarps that protected them from the gusts of wind blowing in from the lake. Their lair tucked away in the lower floor of an abandoned building with open holes where the department windows used to be offering scant protection on their own. He wished Megamind would put his coat back on or get into the sleeping bag, but the blue teen kept throwing off all his attempts.
Waving another handful of cheez-its in the air Megamind ranted for the fifth time, poking at his purple nipple,Ā āBut theyāre weird right? Like why do I even have them? Like, but they are fun ok, but why?ā
Minion sighed,Ā āYes Sir, mammals are strange.ā
So Iām sick and stuffy. But i donāt wanna sleep. I also donāt want to do my tags cuz I know I likely wont make sense or have a shit ton of typos. Soooooo…
Send me āØ for silly random pointless stuff.
Send me š for rp that is mostly gonna be gifs and pics
Send meĀ š¼ for something silly based on what Iām listening to right now
My quality will be shit. I may die at any time. This may extend into tomorrow too. Iām pretty sure Iām calling in sick. But away we go anyhow!
Syx hadnāt slept the entire time heād been behind bars, he just couldnāt. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. Heād pulled a stupid stunt to get out. Ā More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. Heād used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didnāt even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.
The touch in wonderfully soothing, Syx wrapping his arms around Harrison as they stood there,Ā āToo many heros. Hadnāt been expecting to have a visit home this week. Also wasnāt expecting Daddy to become Momma,ā he murmured, the touch and his own exhaustionĀ making him far more honest then he might have been otherwise,Ā āHate that stupid room.ā
āOh honey,ā Harrison sighed softly, continuing to rub the back of Syxās head gently. Ā Heās not entirely sure he understood all that, but its clear the other blue man is emotionally and physically exhausted. Ā āLets go inside. Ā Weāll get you out of that awful jumpsuit, into something more comfortable. Ā You can borrow some of my clothes, no suits, I promise.ā Ā He gives Syx a kiss on the cheek, and with that he takes Syxās hand to lead him into the penthouse then into his bedroom and back into his giant closet. Ā
Syx followed easily behind Harrison, looking around as they walked through the place. It all seemed horribly high maintenance to him, but it was nice. He squeezed Harrisonās hand, running his thumb over the blue manās knuckles. When they entered the room, Syx didnāt wait for any prompting to strip down to just his underthings. Sitting back heavily onto the edge of the bed in just a pair of white cotton panties and a simple tank top heād had under the jumpsuit.Ā
Syx hadnāt slept the entire time heād been behind bars, he just couldnāt. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. Heād pulled a stupid stunt to get out. Ā More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. Heād used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didnāt even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.
Syx looped his arm over Harrisonās brainbot as well so he was held up by both and let them fly him over to theĀ terrace. When his feet touch the ground he took the few steps more and dropped his head to Harrisonās shoulder,Ā āYou have a lot of security. Iād have called but I donāt have my phone.ā
As soon as Harrison sees him up close, he knows itās Syx. He instantly wraps his arms around the other man, noting the familiarity of the scratchy prison uniform fabric. Ā
There was no doubt where heād come from.
āItās okay, youāre always welcome in my home. Ā Iāll add you to the security override list,ā he says, reaching up to caress the back of Syxās large blue head with a soft manicured hand.Ā Ā āWhat happened?ā
The touch in wonderfully soothing, Syx wrapping his arms around Harrison as they stood there,Ā āToo many heros. Hadnāt been expecting to have a visit home this week. Also wasnāt expecting Daddy to become Momma,ā he murmured, the touch and his own exhaustionĀ making him far more honest then he might have been otherwise,Ā āHate that stupid room.ā
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