“Brain bot numbering system? How would I…” Roxanne paled a bit, did she even know her Megamind well enough to know him from a double? She wanted to believe yes… but…
Shaking her head, she focused on Wayne instead, “It has to still be my Wayne. Even if he hasn’t wanted to have a movie night in ages…”
“Did you take him up on it? The movie night?” Harrison asked lazily. He was in no hurry and while he wasn’t unsympathetic to her distress, he figured someone ought to teach these newbies the rules.
“What? No, he was the one that turned me down,” Roxanne frowned, “Normally we’d watch romantic comedies and stupid campy stuff and eat ice cream and drink… it was a monthly ritual,” one that had been all but abandoned lately.
Not having the appetite for the rest of her donut, she rubbed her arms, “You really think that I could have been the only one to come here?”
For the awesome crowd over at the Megamind_movie Livejournal. There was some April foolin’ going on involving ponies, so of course I had to do something. XD
Well. He has a point about the wheels thing. But fuck you anyway.
You find an elevator. Or just don’t go upstairs.
A mini cannon is stupidly unnecessary. And dangerous. You should’ve stopped at cupholders.
“That’s incredible mundane, also inconvenient. Fine!” waving his hands dismissively, “Forget the defensive weaponry.”
“Just think multi-directional mobility legs,” already dreaming up the schematics in his head, “With a harness you could even forget the stairs entirely and go straight up the wall!”
Syx let out a soft groan, pushing back into those lovely hands, “Bacon sounds delightful.”
Rolling his hips and looking down at the equally delightful sight below his, Syx bit his lip, “I do hope dessert is an option afterwards, though,” god how he’d love to continue exploring Harrison with his mouth.
Sitting up he settled so that he was straddling Harrison, he tried to psyche himself up for meeting a new Wayne. Realising how little clothing he was wearing… and borrowed clothing at that, Syx blushed brightly, “Can I borrow a robe? A long one with sleeves?”
“Of course,” Harrison replied, letting go of one cheek to reach around and cup another in his slim blue hand. “I took the liberty of having your prision uniform burned. Borrow anything you like. I have a few long robes or you’re welcome to a shirt and pants. Even a suit if you’d like,” he teased, patting Syx’s hot pink cheek. He secretly hopes desert for all three of them is an option….
Syx had rubbed his cheek into Harrison’s hand, snorting when he was told the orange jumpsuit had been burned. Giving the man below him an incredulous look he scoffed, “You aren’t getting me into a monkey suit. They may look good on you,” he conceded, “But I’m certainly not wearing one.”
Reluctantly sliding from Harrison and the bed, Syx padded over to the closet and peered inside. After a moment he simply opted for a long robe to wrap around himself over the night clothing Harrison had provided him with. Feeling that should be enough and resisting the urge to find something to cover his wrists. Especially since he’d only have to show them later if the threesome was going to be a thing. Better to face it now.
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