In Focus {3/5} [Monster University Spoilers]afterandalasiaOctober 23 2013, 17:41:41 UTC
There was a moment as they looked at each other, Sullivan with a Tarbucks tray in one hand and a cylinder tucked under the other arm, Randall still poring over his form. It was a very... momenty moment, and Randall could not put his finger on why, but then he realised that he was actually wearing his glasses and snatched them off his face so quickly that he almost dropped them.
"Damn it, Sullivan, learn to knock," he said. The tip of his tail blended out, invisibility slowly creeping up as his embarrassment grew. Nobody knew that Randall wore glasses and Monsters Inc. Not even Roz, and Roz knew everything.
(Well, perhaps Roz had, considering who she had turned out to be during the trials. But she was an exception.)
"I'll, er, just leave this here," Sullivan replied. Did he sound flustered? Randall pretended to be engrossed in the form still, tapping his pen against the table, as he watched the blurred blue shape of Sullivan move over to the desk, place down a Tarbucks, and retreat again. He closed the door more carefully that time.
Once he was gone, Randall allowed himself to bang his head against the desk. Just this once.
It was difficult to say what the most embarrassing aspect of the whole thing. The fact that Sullivan had seen Randall in glasses, the fact that Randall now knew what Sullivan looked like, or the fact that the coffee was indeed a red eye café miel, just as Randall liked it. How the hell had Sullivan even known? On any other day, that would have been the worst part.
But today, he had seen Sullivan. Actually seen the monster, all eight furry muscular mammalian feet of him. And he had just thought those words. He was thinking about what Sullivan's muscles would feel like to wrap around, what his fur would feel like to touch, and how somehow the confidence of adulthood sat better on Sullivan's shoulders than the arrogance of youth.
It had been years. Years since he had first seen Sullivan make his grand entrance into class. Randall felt himself reddening, fronds twitching as he kept his face against the desk. Definitely the most embarrassed he had been in... well, years, certainly.
Because Sullivan was attractive. Outrageously so. Randall could remember what it had been like to see Sullivan then, young and cocky and easily the hottest monster on the Scaring course, but more starkly he could see in his mind's eye the monster that Sullivan had instead become. Self-assured and self-aware, which somehow just made him...
Sexier.
There. That was the word that Randall had been trying to ignore. Sullivan was sexy, and now Randall was aware of it.
Finally straightening up, Randall shoved his glasses back on and reached for his coffee. The sooner he got this damned form finished, and could take his glasses off again, the better.
Unfortunately, Sullivan did not give him enough time to really regain his composure before returning. It was only a couple of hours later -- by which point Randall was working on compression ratios, scrawling messy notes down one side of the permanently-covered whiteboard -- when Sullivan returned.
At least this time he knocked. That would have been a clue as to who it was even if Randall's circle of acquaintances wasn't significantly smaller nowadays. There were probably only a handful of monsters who came to this office, and Sullivan was the only one who did so every day. Randall wasn't sure whether that was part of the court ruling or not.
"Randall?" He didn't look round as the door opened and Sullivan, speaking tentatively, stepped through. Frankly, he was trying not to cringe.
"I, er," Sullivan coughed. "Forgot to leave this here earlier."
He set something down with a clang, and Randall finally turned to see the bright yellow can that Sullivan had been carrying.
"Professor Rompleston from the University asked me to pass along his regards. He said that he was looking forward to working with you, if it can be arranged."
"Haven't heard that name in a while," Randall muttered. Staying up on his hind legs, he crossed over to the can and picked it up, turning it over in his hands. The new sensitive guage was in place -- that was good. Old valve system, though, so he needed to get that prepared for the next generation. Sullivan made a vague noise.
"Damn it, Sullivan, learn to knock," he said. The tip of his tail blended out, invisibility slowly creeping up as his embarrassment grew. Nobody knew that Randall wore glasses and Monsters Inc. Not even Roz, and Roz knew everything.
(Well, perhaps Roz had, considering who she had turned out to be during the trials. But she was an exception.)
"I'll, er, just leave this here," Sullivan replied. Did he sound flustered? Randall pretended to be engrossed in the form still, tapping his pen against the table, as he watched the blurred blue shape of Sullivan move over to the desk, place down a Tarbucks, and retreat again. He closed the door more carefully that time.
Once he was gone, Randall allowed himself to bang his head against the desk. Just this once.
It was difficult to say what the most embarrassing aspect of the whole thing. The fact that Sullivan had seen Randall in glasses, the fact that Randall now knew what Sullivan looked like, or the fact that the coffee was indeed a red eye café miel, just as Randall liked it. How the hell had Sullivan even known? On any other day, that would have been the worst part.
But today, he had seen Sullivan. Actually seen the monster, all eight furry muscular mammalian feet of him. And he had just thought those words. He was thinking about what Sullivan's muscles would feel like to wrap around, what his fur would feel like to touch, and how somehow the confidence of adulthood sat better on Sullivan's shoulders than the arrogance of youth.
It had been years. Years since he had first seen Sullivan make his grand entrance into class. Randall felt himself reddening, fronds twitching as he kept his face against the desk. Definitely the most embarrassed he had been in... well, years, certainly.
Because Sullivan was attractive. Outrageously so. Randall could remember what it had been like to see Sullivan then, young and cocky and easily the hottest monster on the Scaring course, but more starkly he could see in his mind's eye the monster that Sullivan had instead become. Self-assured and self-aware, which somehow just made him...
Sexier.
There. That was the word that Randall had been trying to ignore. Sullivan was sexy, and now Randall was aware of it.
Finally straightening up, Randall shoved his glasses back on and reached for his coffee. The sooner he got this damned form finished, and could take his glasses off again, the better.
Unfortunately, Sullivan did not give him enough time to really regain his composure before returning. It was only a couple of hours later -- by which point Randall was working on compression ratios, scrawling messy notes down one side of the permanently-covered whiteboard -- when Sullivan returned.
At least this time he knocked. That would have been a clue as to who it was even if Randall's circle of acquaintances wasn't significantly smaller nowadays. There were probably only a handful of monsters who came to this office, and Sullivan was the only one who did so every day. Randall wasn't sure whether that was part of the court ruling or not.
"Randall?" He didn't look round as the door opened and Sullivan, speaking tentatively, stepped through. Frankly, he was trying not to cringe.
"I, er," Sullivan coughed. "Forgot to leave this here earlier."
He set something down with a clang, and Randall finally turned to see the bright yellow can that Sullivan had been carrying.
"Professor Rompleston from the University asked me to pass along his regards. He said that he was looking forward to working with you, if it can be arranged."
"Haven't heard that name in a while," Randall muttered. Staying up on his hind legs, he crossed over to the can and picked it up, turning it over in his hands. The new sensitive guage was in place -- that was good. Old valve system, though, so he needed to get that prepared for the next generation. Sullivan made a vague noise.
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