Double (Trouble) Dating {6/6}afterandalasiaAugust 7 2013, 22:48:29 UTC
Wrong answer. Mike's eye narrowed. "He knows where we live, doesn't he?"
"Mike..."
"He's been to our apartment."
Out of the corner of his eyes, Sulley could see Randall fade out of visibility again, and given the circumstances he kind of wanted to do the same. "Yes. He has been to our apartment. Not while you were there, in case you were wondering."
"Well, thank goodness he wasn't invisibly stalking me around the apartment! That makes me feel so much better!"
Sulley took a deep breath and reminded himself again that Mike hadn't really interacted with Randall in the past three years. It had even taken Randall a long time to realise that Sulley was working with him out of genuine concern -- and some interest in his engineering skills and what they could mean for Monsters Inc. -- rather than some desire to gloat over what had happened. Three years could be longer for some people than for others.
It didn't help as much as it should have done. "You know, maybe you should actually acknowledge that I have a brain, and that maybe if I'm dating Randall it's because he's not likely to strangle me in my sleep? Have you actually taken that into consideration?"
"I think you should take it into consideration," Mike mimicked his tone, "our history with this guy. Your history! Or just his history in general! Do you remember what he did?"
"Yes," snapped Sulley in return. "I do. And I remember plenty else, as--"
"Boys." Celia's tone could have cut through steel, and both of them froze guiltily. They both turned to face her; Celia had her tentacles on her hips, and was frowning at them. Her hair only added to the effect. "Randall, reappear this instant."
He faded back into view, only a few feet from Mike. Mike jumped aside with a yelp.
"All three of you have been silly this evening. Arguing with each other. Sulley, not being honest about this in the first place. Honestly, this has been ridiculous. Googley-bear," she walked over to Mike and grabbed his hand, even as Randall did a double-take at the moniker, "we're going to go home, crack open a bottle of wine, and relax. Sulley, Randall, have a good evening. Sulley, I expect you and Mike to have a long talk tomorrow."
Before any of them could say anything else, she turned Mike around and started marching him down the street, presumably towards where his car was parked. Sulley stared for a good long while before realising that his jaw had dropped, and closing it again. He turned to Randall.
"That just happened," Randall said, gesturing after their retreating backs.
"Yeah." Feeling as if all of the wind had been taken out of his sails, Sulley blinked a few times and reached up to rub his forehead. "I owe Celia a bottle of wine. Or maybe a raise."
Randall slipped close enough to brush against Sulley's arm, which was as demonstrative as he ever needed to be for Sulley to start feeling at peace again. "Yeah, whatever. Let's go."
He wouldn't trade that in either. Smiling, Sulley traced a hand down Randall's back, and turned his feet towards home. It really wasn't that far to walk, unlike Randall's small apartment on the far side of the city. "We'll figure it out," he murmured.
Randall gave a harrumph which meant that he was pretending not to be worried, and Sulley couldn't help smiling. A lot had changed, it really.
More playfully, he brushed Randall's crest, watching it flicker upwards in response. Randall blushed, fronds reddening, but didn't stop him from doing it any more. He had thought it was equivalent to ruffling hair the first few times, until Randall had admitted that it meant something completely different in the reptilian world.
"Wazowski's going to set up CCTV in his room, isn't he?" grumbled Randall.
"Probably. As long as he doesn't set them up in my room, I don't care."
Re: Double (Trouble) Dating {6/6}afterandalasiaAugust 8 2013, 08:13:12 UTC
Not the op, but I enjoyed this story a lot. The callbacks to monsters u were good and its nice that everything didn't resolve itself peaches and roses after only one dinner date.
Re: Double (Trouble) Dating {6/6}luverofanimeMarch 31 2014, 08:42:13 UTC
More playfully, he brushed Randall's crest, watching it flicker upwards in response. Randall blushed, fronds reddening, but didn't stop him from doing it any more. He had thought it was equivalent to ruffling hair the first few times, until Randall had admitted that it meant something completely different in the reptilian world.
I really, really, REALLY need to know what that was about, right now, I'm burning with this need.
Re: Double (Trouble) Dating {6/6}afterandalasiaMarch 31 2014, 09:50:35 UTC
Iiiii *cough* read some headcanons online that it basically meant something more sexual, sort of the equivalent to cupping someone's ass or something, and the idea amused me. So I ended up throwing it in.
"Mike..."
"He's been to our apartment."
Out of the corner of his eyes, Sulley could see Randall fade out of visibility again, and given the circumstances he kind of wanted to do the same. "Yes. He has been to our apartment. Not while you were there, in case you were wondering."
"Well, thank goodness he wasn't invisibly stalking me around the apartment! That makes me feel so much better!"
Sulley took a deep breath and reminded himself again that Mike hadn't really interacted with Randall in the past three years. It had even taken Randall a long time to realise that Sulley was working with him out of genuine concern -- and some interest in his engineering skills and what they could mean for Monsters Inc. -- rather than some desire to gloat over what had happened. Three years could be longer for some people than for others.
It didn't help as much as it should have done. "You know, maybe you should actually acknowledge that I have a brain, and that maybe if I'm dating Randall it's because he's not likely to strangle me in my sleep? Have you actually taken that into consideration?"
"I think you should take it into consideration," Mike mimicked his tone, "our history with this guy. Your history! Or just his history in general! Do you remember what he did?"
"Yes," snapped Sulley in return. "I do. And I remember plenty else, as--"
"Boys." Celia's tone could have cut through steel, and both of them froze guiltily. They both turned to face her; Celia had her tentacles on her hips, and was frowning at them. Her hair only added to the effect. "Randall, reappear this instant."
He faded back into view, only a few feet from Mike. Mike jumped aside with a yelp.
"All three of you have been silly this evening. Arguing with each other. Sulley, not being honest about this in the first place. Honestly, this has been ridiculous. Googley-bear," she walked over to Mike and grabbed his hand, even as Randall did a double-take at the moniker, "we're going to go home, crack open a bottle of wine, and relax. Sulley, Randall, have a good evening. Sulley, I expect you and Mike to have a long talk tomorrow."
Before any of them could say anything else, she turned Mike around and started marching him down the street, presumably towards where his car was parked. Sulley stared for a good long while before realising that his jaw had dropped, and closing it again. He turned to Randall.
"That just happened," Randall said, gesturing after their retreating backs.
"Yeah." Feeling as if all of the wind had been taken out of his sails, Sulley blinked a few times and reached up to rub his forehead. "I owe Celia a bottle of wine. Or maybe a raise."
Randall slipped close enough to brush against Sulley's arm, which was as demonstrative as he ever needed to be for Sulley to start feeling at peace again. "Yeah, whatever. Let's go."
He wouldn't trade that in either. Smiling, Sulley traced a hand down Randall's back, and turned his feet towards home. It really wasn't that far to walk, unlike Randall's small apartment on the far side of the city. "We'll figure it out," he murmured.
Randall gave a harrumph which meant that he was pretending not to be worried, and Sulley couldn't help smiling. A lot had changed, it really.
More playfully, he brushed Randall's crest, watching it flicker upwards in response. Randall blushed, fronds reddening, but didn't stop him from doing it any more. He had thought it was equivalent to ruffling hair the first few times, until Randall had admitted that it meant something completely different in the reptilian world.
"Wazowski's going to set up CCTV in his room, isn't he?" grumbled Randall.
"Probably. As long as he doesn't set them up in my room, I don't care."
"I don't think I needed that visual."
"You're welcome."
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I really, really, REALLY need to know what that was about, right now, I'm burning with this need.
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Everything about that is amazing, I love it *hueheeheeheeee*
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