Makk grinned back at his friend and nudged him with his elbow. “I bet, if they hadn´t already been in the movie, you´d have chosen the same…” The blue man tried to picture the huge hero in the tight, golden pants….and shook his head….Nah, this was more Harrison´s cup of tea.
"He shaved his chest? Uh, was that so easy? I mean, he´s an invincible super-hero and I´ve heard, that there´s barely anything, that can do him harm…I wonder, if it had been so easy, to remove his hair…I guess, he must have ruined many razor blades."
Harrison laughed. ”Well I can’t deny that I’d love to see him in those skimpy shorts even if there was no good reason,” he teased. ”But yes, the shaving was a real pain He went through a lot of disposable razors. His invulnerability doesn’t extend to his body hair, though like most things about him, they are very strong.”
He gestures to the sales clerk. ”Wrap these pants up for my friend,” he instructs as he hands over his Black AmEx.
Makk still snickered, at the thought of how Harrison struggled with his boyfriend´s chest hair and threw away one razor after the other. “Man, I had already thought, that you might have needed a grinding machine.” When the blue man saw, that Harrison got ready to pay, he raised his eybrows and shook his head….”But Harrison, you don´t have to buy me the pants,” he protested.
Harrison waved his hand dismissively at the other man. ”Makk I have more money than I know what to do with and I don’t pay you that much for training. Let me buy you the pants. It makes me happy when I use my money on gifts for people. Especially blue people.” He also doesn’t point out that ugly or not, the pants are designer and he doubts the other blue man has $3,000 to drop on a pair of pants. If Makk is going to continue to dress like a blind hobo, Harrison wants to make sure he is the best dressed blind hobo in Metro City.
"Harrison,…I think, you´re going to turn me into a fashion victim."
Makk holds his breath, when he noticed the price. Those pants were worth like a used small car in a good state. He still felt a bit awkward, to accept the gift, he finally agreed. And secretly, the blue ex-hobo felt pretty honored, that Harrison was so generous especially to him. He would wear the pants with pride…
Based on that post about Superman. I tried Krita and didn’t like it much, I still need to practice :/
Anyway, HAPPY BDAY justiceisanoncorrosivemetal!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO VAMPY WHO IS THE BEST ROLEPLAY PARTNER EVER IN THE HISTORY OF EVER!!
((I’m fucking dying here. That outfit is so terrible and perfect and I love both of their expressions. XDDDD That is awesome. Thank you, Dicks!
And thank you, Dani!))
(( good night all! And Vamp, happy birthday!!! ))
[That two-handed shake does make things a little awkward, but not in a ‘don’t touch me sort of way’. He’s not mentally up to any real intimate or overly touchy gestures, but he can handle a few. Wayne pulls Harrison closer so that he can give the other man a one-armed hug. It’s not an especially ‘close’ hug, but it is one of those friendly man-hugs.] It won’t be that long, promise. I can’t promise the same for an actual date, but I can handle brunch with a friend.
Harrison is surprised by the hug, but pleasantly so. He reaches around and returns it, squeezing the larger man a bit harder than Wayne is squeezing him. But he doesn’t care. It’s the first time he’s been this close to the muscular man and the size and god the smell of him practically have him on cloud nine. So much for feeling blown off.
"Anytime you are ready, I will clear my schedule," Harrison beams as he lets go. He gives the larger man one more bright smile and then turns to walk out of the coffee shop.
[Wayne teases slightly with the hug, it being more than he’d planned for, but manages not to be bothered enough by it as to trigger his invulnerability. He’s just been through a little too much to appreciate a lot of physical contact with other people. Still, it’s nice to be touched by someone who likes you for you, nothing negative, no ulterior motives.]
See you around. [Smiling, he waves as Harrison leaves. There’s a lot to think about and more to do, but he’s a superhero, he’s used to doing the impossible, right? What’s a little therapy and calling the man who dumped him? Settling back in his booth seat, Wayne returns to staring into his tea cup, somewhat lighter thoughts rolling about in his head now.]
* * *
[A few days later, Wayne finally picks up his phone. It’s just brunch, he can do this. He sighs and punches in the number, then sort of flops down on his couch as he listens to it ring.]
Harrison was by no means waiting by the phone, but he couldn’t deny that he perked considerably when he saw a an unfamiliar number. Could it be? His full attention was on the phone and not at the financial reports in front of him.
"You’ve got Harrison Drake," he answers in the most charming voice he can muster, trying not to get his hopes up.
Harrison took a lap around the garage, careful not to step on a nail or a used syringe in his designer shoes. He examined the building carefully and took a few photos. Some cracks in the sidewalk. Some birds nesting in a drooping gable. A broken sign advertising ‘Benny’s Garage’. It was hard to know what would be a source of inspiration later, so he just tried to be through.
After a few exterior shots, he took his trusty degun in hand and shot a side door that looked almost rusted shut. Immediately and inexplicably the sound of heavy metal music filled the air.
Still completely oblivious to the “intruder” prowling around the property (and his new lack-of-door problem), Tech continued his work, cutting off the flow to the shoulder tank.
"There! Now the old girl should be running again." He spoke to himself, a rather odd habit of his. He disconnected the hose from the pressure valve, setting the hose aside. Reaching up to his shoulder, he undid a few latches, disconnecting his arm from the socket. With a practiced hand, he reconnected the new cobalt arm to his shoulder. The machinery whirred and clicked for a few moments, the new servos and software interfacing with his shoulder. No more than five seconds later, the arm was one with his body and mind, starting to function as normal.
Harrison frowned as he looked around. There was a sofa and a coffee table in here, as well as a quite large TV. They looked shabby, but clearly someone was living in here. This wasn’t good. The seller’s broker hadn’t said anything about squatters but then again, Harrison had been in such a hurry that he hadn’t asked.
He slipped his degun into his pocket, but kept his hand tucked around the hilt. He didn’t want to frighten some poor bum half to death, but he also wanted to keep some form of protection close as he followed the sound of the music around the corner.
As the music changed to the next track, Tech let out a bit of a shout. ”Oh, HELL YEAH!” He cranked up the music to max, the whole building rumbling with the bassline. He sung along, attempting to emulate Lemmy’s grumble of a voice.
"Time to play the game…."
He picked up a nearby shop broom, air-guitar now in full effect.
"TIME TO PLAY THE GAAAAAAAAME!"
Whatever Harrison was expecting when he turned the corner, it was not a man with a metal arm playing enthusiastic air guitar on a broom. He bit his lip to keep from laughing at the other man, and instead stood in the doorway and loudly cleared his throat. He was willing to stand there and wait for the other man to notice him, since he was well aware of the many tools on that bench that could be turned into weapons if he startled the poor guy too much.
"Just for your own peace of mind, I have no desire to see any of my employees naked or for them to see me in such a state. It would be unprofessional and illegal as hell."
"Ahhh, that’s good to know, Drake! Puttin’ my old heart at ease."
TXT: Ollo! Look what Megamind made, and just gave me!! [attached photo of Mykaal's still rather thin right hand, with the focus on the silver and blue ring, the lightning bolt glowing a soft binkey blue]
Harrison was still working late into the evening when his phone chirped the particular sound that indicated a text from a friend. He stretched for, feeling he’d deserved a bit of a break. His eyes widened when he saw the picture.
[TXT MSG: OMG that is gorgeous!!!!! I had no idea he was planning something. What does it mean???? ]
Mykaal tapped his chin for a few moments before replying. [TXT: On our homeworld, it meant something more than an engagement but less than a marriage. A kind of special connection between two people who love each other and agree to share each other’s lives. I guess it also means that you don’t need to worry about my silly jealousy, anymore. When he put it on my finger, the shift in our empathic link was AMAZING!!!]
Harrison beamed at his phone. [TXT MSG: It couldn’t have happened to any better pair of blue cuties. Expect me to gawk and coo over it as soon as I get there on Sunday :D ]
[TXT: I’m sure Megamind will love having his handiwork ogled like that, LOL. Minion’s planning a noon brunch, so we’ll see you then. :)]
[TXT MSG: I can’t wait!! XD ]
Having had very little to occupy his time before his first rejuvenation treatment, Mykaal passed some of the time (and boredom) helping Minion make a variety of Easter gifts to send to their friends. Very early in the morning of the day, he sent four of his brainbots to make the “Easter brainbot” deliveries, hopefully long before anyone was awake.
For the two Minions, they prepared colorful glass bowls that they filled with live fish of particularly delectable types.
For Megamind, they left a large basket filled with handcrafted sugar eggs that when opened revealed all sorts of other sweet treats.
And for Harrison and Wayne, they made eggs of a more sophisticated kind, the decorated blown shells filled with some of Madeleine’s most clever “health food” chocolates, half made to appeal to Harrison’s sweet tooth, half to Wayne’s low-sugar high-protein needs.
Harrison and Wayne had a fantastic time at brunch. It was so good to see Mykaal again, though Harrison had to admit that he looked sickly.
Megamind shocked everyone by being considerably less angry towards Wayne than usual. There was still some light bantering, but no actual fighting. Harrison was impressed. It was nice to sit through a meal like this, without worrying about the pair starting a food fight or something.
Then the blue man ooohed and ahhed at his plate of designer eggs, and insisted on photographing every single one of them before letting anyone actually eat one.
"Thank you so much," he said to Mykaal, wrapping his slender friend in a big hug. "It was so good to see you. I want you to let me know as soon as you’re cleared for dimension hopping again. Wayne and I will take you and Megamind somewhere nice. Only the best for one of my best friends."
And then he went home and ate chocolate eggs until he made himself sick. The End.