“You’re utter nonsense and obstinance is making me want to have nothing to do with you or your husband,” frankly, if she kept it up he was likely going to be rather creatively prankful in the future. Whatever her intention, she was earning herself an enemy.
“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”
Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.
“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”
“Oh, I came here from a different universe as well,” Minion told her brightly, “This city is potmarked with portals. Did you come through one of those?”
“Nope! I used my teleportation ring! Should I use it to get back ro my house?”
“Unless there’s an easier way to get you back home, let’s stick with how you got here.”
“I find it preferable to henchmen. The term is hardly accurate,” Minion chuckled, “It means I’m the muscle so to speak,” he flexed his robotic bulk. He’d spent so long in various large suits that he’d grown to think of them as an extension of himself. As much who he was as his own scales.
“Do you fish here too?” he bobbed in his tank, “The area seems quite good for it from the haul I’ve been pulling in so far,” he never netted one place for long. Both to avoid suspicion and overfishing.
He blinks, licking lightly at the back of his teeth. “Li’ here,” Azlariel admits. “Yez, hunt here.” Not quite the same phrasing Minion had used, but closer to the truth in his mind. The strength implied with that suit still has him cautious, wary of venturing closer than he already is. Finding it difficult to get a proper read on the being he was talking to.
Looking Azlariel up and down, Minion mused, “You breathe in and out of water just as easily?” he eyed the interesting looking gills the being had, “That must come in handy! Not that I could operate without my suit regardless.”
“Still it’s not often I meet another water based sentient. Actually never,” he laughed with a grin filled with very sharp teeth, “Would you be interested in joining me for a meal? I wasn’t going to eat until I got back to Evil Lair, but there’s hardly any harm in it,” besides, Sir would be busy for hours yet and Anna no longer needed him after she’s come back into her own, “I can share my catch.”
Megamind scoffed, “I’ve come closer to nearly winning then you are recalling, clearly Miss Ritchi,” frustrated at how today was going, he snipped, “And why is it exactly that you assume I don’t have anyone? Hmm?”
“Do you really think that my entire life revolves around you and Wayne, really Roxanne?” he sighed, his mood dipping low enough that he broke character briefly. Shaking his head and scowling at himself he tried to shake himself back into the right mindset, “Miss Ritchi, all will be clear once we arrive. I’ll get to enact the latest great battle against my lifelong nemesis, you’ll get your story, and the status quo will remain. Everything is perfect. Just how it is,” his jaw snapped. Do. Not. Ruin. This. For. Me. He added silently.
“Megamind. I’ve literally never heard either of you mention anybody else.” A little caught off-guard from the change in address, the reporter tries to goad him on a little further, careful not to let her tone slip too far into incredulous or mocking territory. “So there IS somebody else, then? Who?”
Twiddling her thumbs absently as they drive, Roxanne shakes her head lightly. “I’m just saying, instead of just barely scraping by, always trying for a win or a one-up over Metro Man, maybe there’s an alternative.” She stretches her legs out under the dashboard, wondering just how much further there even IS to the lair, and hums softly. “You know, this has been nice, getting to talk to you instead of just waking up in the chair with a headache. I vote for this method in the future, for what it’s worth.”
“Miss Ritchi, this is a professional kidnapper kidnappee relationship,” Megamind raised an eyebrow as he put the car into park, “My person life has no need what-so-ever to make it onto your precious news feed. That’s what the hero is for.”
Undoing the rope to get her out of the car, Megamind ignored the rest of her questions. His silence protected the people who raised him from nosy reporters. He would never compromise them or the underground contacts that supplied him and Minion with food and parts. It was a carefully set up underground contact ring, a nosy reporter would only get herself hurt poking her nose into the real underbelly of Metro City.
“Oh I see, you are attempting to pur-swade me to turn over a new leaf by convincing me that I am a poor lonely soul you can save with the offer of what? Friendship? As if you ever could,” he snorted, sour and dismissive, “I’m the bad guy, Miss Ritchi. This is what I do and I do it very well.”
Guiding her out of the car, he added, “And we most certainly will NOT be repeating this,” it had been horrible and awkward and filled with uncomfortable questions, “You’ll have to satisfy your nosy reporter skills elsewhere.”
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