006 | hello darkness my old friend | action; ota

[codejournalname]

[ 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.

Megamind may have slipped back into post-

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[iwannalobster]

[Lilo, unhindered by classes, was getting back to her room just under the deadline for curfew. She had been scouting places to practice voodoo in peace SHE WAS GOING TO GET IT RIGHT NEXT TIME. KAY? but upon spotting that familiar blue head, she had to stop.]

What kind?

[She had a hankering for donuts as well. Ones her sister wouldn't let her eat after dark-- but if she was going to get Megamind some-----]

[codejournalname]

[he nearly jumps at the voice--and looks over...he sits up some, trying to look at least a little less pathetic]

Powdered. Raspberry jelly filled...[he thinks to look at his watch and gives her another look] Cutting it close, Lilo.

[iwannalobster]

Well I'm with a grown-up so it's okay.

[She means YOU megs.]

[codejournalname]

[he rolls his eyes--yes, now, and what if she hadn't been walking by his class room, what if she had blown straight by and fallen into the list of those missing--where was Nani anyway--he sits up again, willing his thoughts away about all that business...]

Yes, okay now. I should fasten a watch on you...[or a leash] Come in already, before a hall monitor sees you.

[deucedlyerratic]

Perhaps a cup of coffee, would suffice?

[ To be honest, she'd intended to bother the blue alien much much earlier, but even she had her own business and classes to attend to, so, now would be the earliest. Unfortunately, she hadn't the idea of donuts, and he didn't strike her as the refined type who enjoyed tea. So, coffee. ]

[codejournalname]

[he sits up lightning fast in his chair--the voice was a little too unfamiliar...he clears his throat--you did not scare him, madame--and leans back again; he had seen her about the school once or twice...]

Usually, yes. Who has the unfortunate fortune to darken my door at this hour.

[deucedlyerratic]

Certainly no one offering you a hot cup of coffee, I'm sure.

[ She sounds less than amused at his quip. Still, she approaches, setting the mug on the desk curtiously away from anything it could be spilled on. ]

Captain Amelia Smollet. Astronomy teacher. I had every intention to introduce myself sooner, but, it seems more pressing matters have delayed me. Curfew rounds, however, have granted me opportunity. Permit me, Megamind, was it? I vaguely remember your introductory video, please excuse me.

[codejournalname]

[he eyes the mug...and turns his chair around--normally, he would be turning on the evil charm, the laughter, the down right gloriousness obnoxicity, but...as he tries to steeple his fingers and quirk an eyebrow, he only sighs and gestures] Yes, I am Megamind, super villain extraordinaire. [he backtracks what she only just said--] Astronomy, Captain?

[neveradamsel]

[Megamind isn’t the only person that has kept to themselves lately. Granted, it hasn’t been on the same level as the blue skinned villain that she was still so, so mixed up about, but being suitably humiliated with begging to be saved one must forgive the brunette for not being the most sociable of creatures.

Except there had been a certain lack of…something in her life, and she finds herself desperately craving old interactions from home, more now than ever.

Specifically, those with him.

She’s not sure how she found herself in the doorway of his classroom, leaning against the wood, ankles crossed and a wry smile twisting its way onto her lips as the chalk rolls to a stop by her feet. Leaning, she picks it up.]

Will apple turnovers do?

[She held up a brown paper bag and shook it gently at him. Just the sight of him was…anchoring.

That was confusing.]

And coffee, if you’ve a want for that, too. [In the same red mug she’d brought him before, the one emblazoned with her old logo, KMCP8. She doesn’t wait for an invitation,

[codejournalname]

[Megamind had been contemplating dowsing the cursed board with so much water, and wandering back to his room, sleeping until 3 in the afternoon, and hibernating for a day or two when he hears her.

Just her voice did terrible things to his insides--the confusion, frustration, worry and need--and, quite suddenly, he was...glad. To see her. And awkward. And, as always, an insurmountable amount of surprise.

He turns in his chair to look at her--blinking as she automatically comes closer--oh, sweet Hera, the woman has coffee and confectionery.

His eyes flick from her full hand, her face, the chalk. With a sigh, he reaches out and takes the offending white stick]

Turned into a projectile, but. [he gives a half shrug, turning over the chalk in his fingers, marking his gloves...he clears his throat, trying not to sound as pathetic as he feels]

..Hello, Roxanne.

[neveradamsel]

 [The mug is gently set on the desk along with said bag of confectionary treats. Her fingers brush against his when he takes the chalk, and she glances off to the side, interested suddenly in the far wall.]

It worked. You hit my shoe. [She offered quietly, making herself at home as she promptly took a seat upon a bare edge of his desk, legs crossed carefully.

What was she doing here, again? What had possessed her to come to him, deliberately seek him out in the middle of the night? And not only just seeking him out - but bringing him things again, as if they were…as if…

She cleared her throat.]

Evening, Megamind.

[codejournalname]

[he places the chalk on his desk, and swivels the chair to look at her better; He didn't understand why she was here; why she felt the need to seek him out, when once she spent so much of her time trying to get away; and now--now, she was bringing him coffee, and pastry, and smiling that way, and sitting so close to him without objection and--...

When had things taken such a dramatic shift?

When had she started plaguing his thoughts far more often than she used to? When had they become...friendly? Ish?

His eyes flick to her shoe--tearing his gaze away almost immediately, the shoe attached to the foot, attached to the ankle, attached to the calf, attached to the---

He shifted in his chair, reaching for the coffee] Is this going to become a habit?

[he takes an experimental sip...and raises an eyebrow; the woman remembered what he said about his coffee] Because I may faint in my current condition.

[cowboy_newsie]

Ow. Goddamnit--

[He scowls as he ducks his head in the classroom, ready to snap at whomever it was that decided to throw the chalk--

And pauses when he sees the familiar blue head.]

Oh.

[Pause.]

Y'know, we could probably find one, if you promise not to throw junk at me.

[codejournalname]

[he turns at the familiar voice--well, it's someone he hasn't been desperate to avoid anyway; the boy's face is almost welcoming in these circumstances]

I will try my hardest to restrain myself, Mr. Kelly. You're quite the target for projectiles.

[cowboy_newsie]

You got a good arm, what can I say?

[Sitting on a desk, he regards his teacher.]

You all right?

[codejournalname]

Thought I should always look into baseball...

[he pokes the side of a coffee mug, left by someone, and glances up at his question]

...Define 'all right'.

[letdownmyhair]

[She was just passing the classroom when she sees the chalk fly right past her nose, making her freeze with her eyes wide in shock. Blinking, she turns toward the classroom, stepping closer and peeking in through the doorway.]

Megamind...? Are you all right?

[codejournalname]

[he blinks--and turns...he hadn't heard Rapunzel's voice outside his classroom, and recently not at all...it was strange how quickly the young woman had grown on him..and how he didn't feel compelled to lie]

Not...exactly. No. Exceedingly, no. [he slumps back into his chair]

[letdownmyhair]

[Her brow knits worriedly and she steps inside, moving until she's sitting on the floor right next to his chair, looking up at him.]

What's wrong? Did something happen?

[codejournalname]

[he had been staring at the chalkboard again--and near gives a start as she appears next to him, on the floor--he even gives a look to the door--you were just...surprisingly swift Rapunzel; he near scoffs, refraining from bemoaning 'everything is wrong']

A hundred somethings, none most recent. Things are..catching up to me, at twice the speed of sound.