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He was in her apartment when she came home from work that day, leather boots propped up casually on her coffee table, his arms splayed out on the back of her couch.
Great, she thought with a sigh, it’s going to be one of those nights.
Her keys clattered on her dining room table, her purse followed it and she moved into the kitchen, rattling around pots and pans as she tried to decide what it was she needed for dinner.
If she got to even eat dinner, that is.
“What do you want, Megamind.” Her tone was conversational, as if this was a normal, everyday occurrence, her coming home to a super villain sprawled lazily on her couch, flipping through her TV channels with obvious disdain. “You better not poke any holes in my couch with those spikes.”
“Do you see the rabble they put on television these days, Miss Ritchi?” He demanded, waving the remote in relative disgust, talking as if he hadn’t heard her. “Look at this - ‘reality TV’, filming a bunch of teenagers squawking at each other about clothes, boys, and inane things of absolutely no consequence. And the general public enjoys this. What does ‘DTF’ mean, anyway?”
Roxanne leaned over the couch and jerked the remote away, flicking the TV off.
“Megamind, what are you doing here?” She asked, settling her hand on her hip.
“I’m here to kidnap you, take you to the lair, do away with Metro Man, incite doom upon this pathetic city, the usual,” he said casually, stifling a yawn. “Though I’ve got to say, I’m hardly in the mood this evening, are you in the mood for Metro Diner first? I’ve been dying for one of their whipped cream triple fudge caramel macchiato drinks lately.”
She blinked at him. That was a new request. And…not in the mood for kidnapping her? Had the world suddenly gone mad? Roxanne felt a little like Alice in Wonderland.
“What?”
“Come now, Roxanne - surely you’ve heard of it, it’s right off the corner of-“
“I know where it is.”
“Then what’s the problem?” He stared at her, confused.
“You’re asking me out.”
“I’ve done no such thing.”
“That’s exactly what you just did. You asked me out. Why?” Something was up with him - he was here, as if he’d been invited, sitting on her couch, watching her TV as if they were friends… “What’s going on? Where’s Minion?”
Great, she thought with a sigh, it’s going to be one of those nights.
Her keys clattered on her dining room table, her purse followed it and she moved into the kitchen, rattling around pots and pans as she tried to decide what it was she needed for dinner.
If she got to even eat dinner, that is.
“What do you want, Megamind.” Her tone was conversational, as if this was a normal, everyday occurrence, her coming home to a super villain sprawled lazily on her couch, flipping through her TV channels with obvious disdain. “You better not poke any holes in my couch with those spikes.”
“Do you see the rabble they put on television these days, Miss Ritchi?” He demanded, waving the remote in relative disgust, talking as if he hadn’t heard her. “Look at this - ‘reality TV’, filming a bunch of teenagers squawking at each other about clothes, boys, and inane things of absolutely no consequence. And the general public enjoys this. What does ‘DTF’ mean, anyway?”
Roxanne leaned over the couch and jerked the remote away, flicking the TV off.
“Megamind, what are you doing here?” She asked, settling her hand on her hip.
“I’m here to kidnap you, take you to the lair, do away with Metro Man, incite doom upon this pathetic city, the usual,” he said casually, stifling a yawn. “Though I’ve got to say, I’m hardly in the mood this evening, are you in the mood for Metro Diner first? I’ve been dying for one of their whipped cream triple fudge caramel macchiato drinks lately.”
She blinked at him. That was a new request. And…not in the mood for kidnapping her? Had the world suddenly gone mad? Roxanne felt a little like Alice in Wonderland.
“What?”
“Come now, Roxanne - surely you’ve heard of it, it’s right off the corner of-“
“I know where it is.”
“Then what’s the problem?” He stared at her, confused.
“You’re asking me out.”
“I’ve done no such thing.”
“That’s exactly what you just did. You asked me out. Why?” Something was up with him - he was here, as if he’d been invited, sitting on her couch, watching her TV as if they were friends… “What’s going on? Where’s Minion?”