Syx tried his hardest not to cringe into Harrison’s side. He was used to the spotlight but from a safe distance. There was a reason that he kept himself separated from the populous through the use of projectors and broadcasts. He focused on keeping his mask of confidence in place with the certainty that the only person able to see through the act was the blue man at his side.
“If you want a financial interview Lawrence, set it up with my people. My companion tonight is a friend who is new to Metro City, his name is Mr. Blue and we’re both wearing Dolce. Otherwise I have no comment. Come on.” And he tugged Syx away from the cameras.
The questions followed in their wake.
“Mr. Blue how are you liking Metro City?” “Mr. Blue does Wayne Drake-Scott know you’re here tonight with his husband?” “Mr. Blue are you the supervillain Megamind?” “How do you feel about breaking up a marriage with children involved?”
“This would be so much easier if I could wave a gun in their faces,” Syx breathed softly out of the corner of his mouth, “How do you deal with this?”
“It’s not always that bad,” Harrison chuckled. “Sometimes it’s fun to hold court, be in the center of attention, have them hanging on my every word and admiring whatever I’m wearing. Sheldon calls me a peacock,” he adds confessionally, with a preening smile.
Syx could concede that, his blue companion seemed to live for being a fabulous spotlight, “Being the center of attention is nice but I prefer that attention to be though a separation of a monitor screen and a good ten miles. At the the very last on the other side of a large robot.”
“Oh you villains,” Harrison replied, reaching up to straighten Syx’s tie with a mischievous grin. They’re about to walk into a room full of Metro City’s rich and powerful, and he wants the other blue man to look perfect. “So predictable.”
“Are you sure I look okay?” Syx fretted and grinned nervously, “I still have no idea what to say to these people.”
“You’ll start with hello and go from there. You don’t even need to say that much, trust me, these people love to talk about themselves,” Harrison said, leaning in to give Syx a quick peck on the cheek. Then he took his hand and walked into the black tie gala with the villain in tow.
Syx tried his hardest not to cringe into Harrison’s side. He was used to the spotlight but from a safe distance. There was a reason that he kept himself separated from the populous through the use of projectors and broadcasts. He focused on keeping his mask of confidence in place with the certainty that the only person able to see through the act was the blue man at his side.
“If you want a financial interview Lawrence, set it up with my people. My companion tonight is a friend who is new to Metro City, his name is Mr. Blue and we’re both wearing Dolce. Otherwise I have no comment. Come on.” And he tugged Syx away from the cameras.
The questions followed in their wake.
“Mr. Blue how are you liking Metro City?” “Mr. Blue does Wayne Drake-Scott know you’re here tonight with his husband?” “Mr. Blue are you the supervillain Megamind?” “How do you feel about breaking up a marriage with children involved?”
“This would be so much easier if I could wave a gun in their faces,” Syx breathed softly out of the corner of his mouth, “How do you deal with this?”
“It’s not always that bad,” Harrison chuckled. “Sometimes it’s fun to hold court, be in the center of attention, have them hanging on my every word and admiring whatever I’m wearing. Sheldon calls me a peacock,” he adds confessionally, with a preening smile.
Syx could concede that, his blue companion seemed to live for being a fabulous spotlight, “Being the center of attention is nice but I prefer that attention to be though a separation of a monitor screen and a good ten miles. At the the very last on the other side of a large robot.”
“Oh you villains,” Harrison replied, reaching up to straighten Syx’s tie with a mischievous grin. They’re about to walk into a room full of Metro City’s rich and powerful, and he wants the other blue man to look perfect. “So predictable.”
“Are you sure I look okay?” Syx fretted and grinned nervously, “I still have no idea what to say to these people.”
Syx tried his hardest not to cringe into Harrison’s side. He was used to the spotlight but from a safe distance. There was a reason that he kept himself separated from the populous through the use of projectors and broadcasts. He focused on keeping his mask of confidence in place with the certainty that the only person able to see through the act was the blue man at his side.
“If you want a financial interview Lawrence, set it up with my people. My companion tonight is a friend who is new to Metro City, his name is Mr. Blue and we’re both wearing Dolce. Otherwise I have no comment. Come on.” And he tugged Syx away from the cameras.
The questions followed in their wake.
“Mr. Blue how are you liking Metro City?” “Mr. Blue does Wayne Drake-Scott know you’re here tonight with his husband?” “Mr. Blue are you the supervillain Megamind?” “How do you feel about breaking up a marriage with children involved?”
“This would be so much easier if I could wave a gun in their faces,” Syx breathed softly out of the corner of his mouth, “How do you deal with this?”
“It’s not always that bad,” Harrison chuckled. “Sometimes it’s fun to hold court, be in the center of attention, have them hanging on my every word and admiring whatever I’m wearing. Sheldon calls me a peacock,” he adds confessionally, with a preening smile.
Syx could concede that, his blue companion seemed to live for being a fabulous spotlight, “Being the center of attention is nice but I prefer that attention to be though a separation of a monitor screen and a good ten miles. At the the very last on the other side of a large robot.”
Syx tried his hardest not to cringe into Harrison’s side. He was used to the spotlight but from a safe distance. There was a reason that he kept himself separated from the populous through the use of projectors and broadcasts. He focused on keeping his mask of confidence in place with the certainty that the only person able to see through the act was the blue man at his side.
“If you want a financial interview Lawrence, set it up with my people. My companion tonight is a friend who is new to Metro City, his name is Mr. Blue and we’re both wearing Dolce. Otherwise I have no comment. Come on.” And he tugged Syx away from the cameras.
The questions followed in their wake.
“Mr. Blue how are you liking Metro City?” “Mr. Blue does Wayne Drake-Scott know you’re here tonight with his husband?” “Mr. Blue are you the supervillain Megamind?” “How do you feel about breaking up a marriage with children involved?”
“This would be so much easier if I could wave a gun in their faces,” Syx breathed softly out of the corner of his mouth, “How do you deal with this?”
“Mr. Blue would be fine. Now let’s do this before I change my mind.”
“Then let’s go.”
They get in the car, ride over, try not to make out too much, then the car pulls up in from of the Metro City Museum of Natural History. The car gets in line and as they get closer they see a long red carpet leading up the stairs and LOTS of photographers crowded around. Harrison grabs Syx’s hand just as the door opens and there is an explosion of flashbulbs and questions.
“Mr. Drake-Scott who is with you tonight?” “Where’s your husband?” “Hard for even the city’s hero to get a sitter on Saturday night?” “Trouble in paradise? Is that why you’re here with another man?” “How’s little Devin doing?” “How will Megamind Inc fair in the face of Brexit?” “Who are you wearing?”
Syx tried his hardest not to cringe into Harrison’s side. He was used to the spotlight but from a safe distance. There was a reason that he kept himself separated from the populous through the use of projectors and broadcasts. He focused on keeping his mask of confidence in place with the certainty that the only person able to see through the act was the blue man at his side.
“Oh no no, you have that all wrong, my willing captive,” gaining back some confidence, “I’m no one’s arm candy, not even yours. No matter what role I play, in the end, your mine.”
“Are you sure this is going to be alright? I’m bound to fuck something up. What am I even supposed to act like?” so nervous without the spikes and persona to hide behind.
“You are positively brilliant, I’m sure you can find something at the museum to chat with someone about. And I’ll be right there with you the whole time, though that may mean listening to some dull financial talk. You are my beautiful blue arm candy and you are going to do fine.”
“Oh no no, you have that all wrong, my willing captive,” gaining back some confidence, “I’m no one’s arm candy, not even yours. No matter what role I play, in the end, your mine.”
“Now when we get there, you just let me do the talking. There will be a lot of cameras going off at once, but once we get inside, it will all be fine. The paparazzi just have a field day whenever I go to these things with someone who isn’t Wayne.”
“Are you sure this is going to be alright? I’m bound to fuck something up. What am I even supposed to act like?” so nervous without the spikes and persona to hide behind.
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