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Heaven is a girl that I've got to have

Oct 04, 2011 16:26

WHO: Megamind & Roxanne
WHAT: A date. Sort of. JUST COFFEE OKAY NO PRESSURE.
WHERE: A nice little place up in Zone 1.
WHEN: Mid-Day.
WARNINGS/NOTES: None at this time.

( And she makes me feel better when I'm feelin' bad. )

megamind | roxanne ritchi, megamind | megamind

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neveradamsel October 4 2011, 23:56:12 UTC

She'd gotten to a point where she was looking forward to those little text messages - when she was working and the stress had gotten to a point where she really, really wished that a dirigible and loud music would appear and sweep her away, that little blip on her phone was a welcome distraction. Roxanne nearly always responded to him right away, unless she was in some sort of meeting that didn't allow for cell phone usage, or on a scene, or something to that effect.

She hated to admit it, but she missed him.

And she had wondered if he was ever, ever going to ask her out after he'd picked up his things that day after his arrival.

He'd told her they were...something, when he was from back home but she kept getting the strange feeling he...didn't want to be, here. Then she got the feeling he did. She couldn't read him, not like she could before - it was a strange thing to not be able to predict him at all.

Frustrating, too.

But then he'd finally asked her to meet him here, weeks later, and she'd said yes of course and then here ( ... )

hvymetalheroics October 5 2011, 01:23:00 UTC

It is like someone just shone a SPOTLIGHT down on two people, because for Megamind, the world just did that slow movie fade out where there could be slathering zombies in the darkness and he wouldn't know nor give a damn, because --

Roxanne was there, and coming over like it was... totally normal. He got up, out of his chair.

"No. There were-- accidents. With the washer." There may have been text messages to that affect, as he contended with living at the hostel when he wasn't at the lair, and all that it entailed. "So it's-- special occasions only now. And work. Of course."

Being there wasn't work now, it was 100% pleasure.

He remembered to scoot out a chair for her because dammit he remembered and waited for hre to sit and then asked, "W--what'd you like? I'll go put our order in."

AND TRY AND THINK STRAIGHT. The mantra of Bernard could do it why can't you? is running in the back of his mind, but -- there were a lot of answers to that. Bernard was human and normal and didn't have years of history of being a screw up and he ( ... )

neveradamsel October 5 2011, 02:12:26 UTC

"I don't really think you're supposed to wash leather in a washing machine," she offered helpfully, smiling lightly as she took as seat in the chair that was offered for her. She remembered getting those texts - they hadn't been detailed, but they'd had enough information in them to cause her to hide a smile.

"Hmm...let me think a moment."

She hadn't been to this particular place yet, and she glanced quickly over the menu.

"Ooh, how about one of these caramel macchiatos. That sounds good."

hvymetalheroics October 5 2011, 08:16:08 UTC

"Okay!"

So he goes to order that, something for himself, and two sweet buns because... frankly, it's a nice thing and he'd like a treat and it's best to share. That's how they work, right? She did so much on their trips together with Bernard, he supposes it's only right now he tries a little.

It does, however, take a minute for the woman to understand his pronunciations of macchiato, however. Small hitch, but eventually, she understands... once he points at the menu and glowers.

He brings a little tray back a few minutes later and sets everything where it should be and seats himself.

"...so, how's work?"

THIS IS SMALL TALK, RIGHT?

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