006 | hello darkness my old friend | action; ota
[ If you haven't seen his thin, evil-laden, leather-clad self lately, that's probably for good reason. He's become more anti-social than usual. In fact, he's all but vanished for some time. The only people he's seen on a regular basis are his students--and perhaps a small, black-haired voodoo-toying child.
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That--couldn't have been what it sounded like. But what other word in the English dictionary could it be in context to this conversation?
Mi..Mi, Mi---had she missed him?
Should he tell her how she's taken up his thoughts when he's been alone? Now that there were no plans and schemes, he still thought about her, relentlessly--and worried about her? That he couldn't bring himself to search her out, no matter how much he had wanted to, out of fear she would push him away?
He shrinks from her last--and that look, moreso. Sweet burning Hera, that woman could freeze Hell in one swipe of those blue orbs.
...he stands after a moment, moving away from that angry look, crossing his arms.]
...
[he sighs, staring hard at the chalkboard]
...I know.
[he roams over the quadrant, shoulders tensed--he's not good at this truth thing] I can't..help it.
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And where does that leave the rest of us? Where does that leave me? I haven’t seen you in…over a month, Megamind - a month! [She gets to her feet, gesturing. The lapel pin glints in the low light and she whirls, glaring at him in that chair.]
I thought you left - but then I thought no, surely he wouldn’t - Megamind doesn’t just give up, nonono. He fights, and he perseveres, he’s stubborn, like me. He wouldn’t just leave, would he?
[It’s unclear if she’s talking to him or to herself. What IS obvious is that she’s had this conversation with herself already, possibly countless times.]
He never gives up - you. Don’t. Give. Up! It’s one of your best qualities! So, I think to myself - let me go find him, let me see if he’s in his classroom, and I’ll even bring…bring coffee the way he likes it, and pastries in case he’s hungry and because I miss him for some unknown reason, and here you are, sitting here staring at a wall and telling me you haven’t eaten all damn day!
[Her tirade mostly over, she stops, shaking in front of him, planting a hand hard on the wall, next to his head.]
Don’t. You. Ever. Worry me like this again!
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And especially when the origin if this fury is over his own well-fare. This, for all intents and purposes, is the last thing he expects from this woman. He swallows, staring into those burning blue orbs, unsure of what to say.
What to do.
He can't help but notice how close she is. How truly upset she is. How...sorry he is. He's never felt quite this sorry since...there's really only one thing he can think to say, as an apology dies in his throat. It couldn't possibly be enough, regardless.
He swallows. ]
...I promise.
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She's also aware of just how close she is to him. The rise and fall of her chest as she struggles to catch her breath has her almost touching him.]
...Good.
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He's rather unsettled at the moment--just how much remorse he's legitimately experiencing. For things he's done his entire life, even. Minion never voiced his concerns when the genius would slip into one of these funks and vanish into the lair for days. He never thought about it. But, as Roxanne is privy to do, she's made him think about it.
And he very much would like to call the fish. Later.
She's still awfully close, heat radiating from her. Almost too close. Roxanne wasn't an avid perfume wearer, he didn't think--the scent was simply her. Megamind often admired her cheekbones, her jaw--her bone structure was particularly beautitful. From a--scientific stand point. Even when she was furious.
Great Zeus.
He tries to slide away--to help her cool down, and to keep his head on the situation, and not on...well. Upon doing so--he glances at the chalkboard, a few of his ruminations wiped away. He reaches over and uncertainly picks up the discarded chalk--something a bit obsessive compulsive pushing him to redraw it. But he doesn't yet, hovering.]
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She should back up and move away, but she finds herself rooted to the spot, unable to tear herself away and make the effort to take those couple of much needed steps backwards.
She caught the briefest hint of leather.
Yes. She was much too close. When he was finally the one to slip away, she released a breath she hadn't realized that she had been holding, one that was relieved and...
And irritated.
There's something here, something that's weighing on both of them that she knows they both can feel. She's getting tired of this...dance they've been doing. She's never been a fan of that - she prefers to get right to the point, the root of the matter.
She's actually surprised, though, when she reaches to catch his wrist before he can start getting his genius on again.]
What's going on, between me and you.
[Her voice is flat, tone low and a little gravelly.]
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He wonders if he should wipe it own. If he should start over. If they should start over. How was anyone like him supposed to start over with anyone, anything--
But before he could act on his rising anxiety, he feels her slender hand catch his wrist. It takes a moment before her question registers, as he was focusing on the heat of her fingers through his glove.
He swallows, unable to meet her eyes.] Going? Going on? There can't--that is to say, nothing is really--what implications do you--that is--
[word salad, word salad, word salad, shut up, Megamind.]
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Maybe she'd been reading it wrong.
She didn't think so, but there is always the possibility that her assumptions were going to get her into trouble. It would not be the first time that has happened to her before.
She kept her confidence. She doesn't think she's wrong about this.
Pulling his hand away from the chalkboard, she forced him to turn, face her.]
Yes. Going on. What is it?
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