âAs long as ya donât run that mouth a yers, Iâll letcha find a room and maybe even if yer lucky, Iâll letcha have a little taste a what heaven is like.â
⎠for an apologetic text
â for a reaction to your museâs nudes text
â for a hopeful text
⯠for an adoring text
ጠfor a friend-crush text
⤠for an affectionate text
â for a worried text about the receiver
âş for a complimentary text
â for a text about another character (specify other)
âł for a holiday text
â for a sext
âź for a joking text
â for a bitching text
⣠for a gossipy text
$ for a lying text
â for a longing text
⏠for a fangirl/boy gushing text
â for a dumb meme or inside joke text
â for a questioning text
⏠for a music rec or lyric text
â˝ for a sleepy text
⢠for a snarky text
Okay, really new then. That made a few decisions easy for Lucy, her grip on her backpack strap tightening briefly on hearing Roxanneâs second question. She chews on her lower lip carefully, mulling it over. âWhat kinda questions?â
Slipping back into more casual speech, hearing the hint of wariness in it makes the teenager wince. She was trying to sound more trusting than that.
âIâd like to know more about the city, your experience in it,â she waved a hand, she wouldnât be able to use it in a piece but this would be far more engaging mentally than the puff pieces sheâd been assigned lately.Â
âAbout your childhood and so forth. My main experiences with Megamind were as an adult and in that kidnapping chair,â she put her hand on her hip, âI want to learn about the other side, the other possibilities. What do they call it? Mirror-verse? String theory?â she fluttered a hand not sure which thing it should be called without referencing notes.Â
âSorry, if that seems a bit too self-interested,â she ducked her head and tucked a bit of hair behind her ear, âMy life has revolved around Megamind for nearly a decade… and now… Iâm just realizing how much I donât know.â
Minion spun in his tank, blinking his big brown eyes, âHolowatch?â he tried hopefully, maybe there had been a malfunction⌠both sets of eyes were green⌠he squinted at the not-Sir⌠no those were definitely the right eyes. What was going on here?
Syx pressed himself into Anna and drew in a tight breath, âMinion,â he felt so weak and helpless, âI need you?â
Despite his confusion, Minion responded to the plea. His large furry arms wrapping around both Anna and true-Sir, âItâs all right, Sir. Weâre home, Sir. Everything will be better in the morning, youâll see.â
They were words heâd said so often, like a ritual.Â
Muddling through to find an answer, right now, is far more difficult than Veda was used to. Something that makes the difficulty in putting words together worse, though just how that worked she wasnât able to make sense of.
âI- Veda,â is finally forced out through clenched teeth, the woman tense and wanting to bolt. Despite that sheâs still frozen in place, the mix of familiar and unfamiliar here enough to keep her from doing so. Minionâs question, for now, earns that same wide-eyed and near-frightened look.
Hearing the weak sound of her mateâs voice in the female body, Anna feels a protective sensation rising within, arms tightening around him moments before Minion came to wrap his arms around them both. She made a low grumbling wolf-like noise in her chest, pressing a long and firm kiss to the top of his head. She relished in the sensation the two of them brought to her, the sensation of her pack surrounding her soothing her like nothing else could. Taking in a deep breath, she soon pulled away and looked to Minion.Â
âCan you take him and look with him through the footage? See if there is anything we can find from there?â She urged, her voice quiet and calm as always before turning towards Veda. Smiling a small, gentle smile she motioned with her hand extended palm up, âIf youâre hungry, I would be happy to make some breakfast for you as well. I would appreciate the company, if anything,â She urged.Â
In her mind, she couldnât have Veda running off and ruining anything that could potentially get any information⌠and these two standing where they were now, and Syx prone to more outbursts, she needed to get them separated.
It was horrible, the dull feeling in his senses. He couldn’t smell the way Anna felt as she wrapped around him. It was disorienting and it wasn’t until it was gone that he realized just how essential that sense was.
He made a sound of protest as Anna separated herself from him, but what she said sounded right. He should check the video feeds… Even though Minion would be perfectly capable of that himself, Syx wouldn’t be satisfied until he saw it himself. Anna knew him well in that. But… but as logical as it was… He started at his mate as she approached the other person wearing his face. He feeling in his gut wasn’t something he was used to. Was… Was this what jealousy felt like? He didn’t want her with who ever that was… that Veda person. She was his. His mate.
He wouldn’t have left at all if it weren’t for Minion’s bulk and gentle mechanical hands, “I can draw you a bath after, Sir?”
âThatâs what I keep telling Minion,â Syx ranted, hands flapping in the air as he spoke, âItâs just science and there are always bound to be a few explosions and fires! Itâs all part of the learning processes,â he harrumphed and crossed his arms, âBut apparently he hates learning because Iâm on permanent ban. Again.â
His lip tucked into his mouth again at the mention of the apron, âOh ho ho, that would never work. I donât think dinner would ever get made if I was witness to such a thing. Iâd find far too many places to kiss the wearer of that apron.â
âExactly,â Harrison agreed, polishing off the last of his cocktail just as the waiter returns to take their empty plates.  âWayne keeps trying to teach me âknife skillsâ-â he said, making air quotes with his fingers, â-but he doesnât want to let me experiment.  If Iâm going to slice and dice, I want to figure it out myself.â  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. Â
âPasta and wine course,â the waiter announced before nodding and leaving them to their food.
âAs for me, I certainly donât mind watching that perfectly chiseled ass with a pretty little apron bow tied on top,â Harrison announced. Â âAnd Wayne really likes to cook. Â Sometimes I wonder if he hadnât 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.â Â He picks up his glass and tries to study the plant inside. Â
Syx turned over one of the clear ravioli on the plate, humming in interest, âAnother difference between them, then. Wayne could cook, but it wasnât a passion from what I could tell,â not that Wayne really ever opened up much to him. But he didnât want to focus on that heartbreak with when he had a wonderful man sitting across from him. He smirked, âI am in awe of yourâs skill then. It must take a strong man to keep cooking under a lustful blue gaze.â
âAlso, most of this has made sense in one way or another… but why is the wine growing?â Syx queried, watching Harrison study the wine glass.Â
Watching the subtle shift in facial expressions, the look in Harrisonâs 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.
Anna looked between Syxâs face and the smoothie he was handing out to her, nose wrinkling just enough to be noticed before she reached forward to take it from him. ââŚLove, Iâm not entirely sure those are things that should be mixed together,â her voice was filled with uncertainty, nose wrinkling even further as she got a proper scent of the smoothie within. Ugh. Even if it didnât smell all that great, she would still try it, because that look on his face when he announced it, he seemed so damn proud. She only hoped the old gods would save her from whatever fate would happen to her drinking this.Â
Taking a sip, she had to force herself to swallow it all back, tasting the bitterness and sweetness combined in her mouth with disgusting intensity. She barely managed to take a full drink, handing it back with a grimace, âIâll let you enjoy it, dear. Its too much for my taste buds..â
âThatâs it! Come back in an hour, I know I can get this perfect. Kisses! Thank you, Tiger!â