badfic_manor | 7th bomb||Hayato Gokuder|| [in person-backdated to monday morning cos I FAIL]

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7th bomb||Hayato Gokuder|| [in person-backdated to monday morning cos I FAIL]

[At first Hayato didn't notice the change in scenery. Usually he was a light sleeper and pretty crisp in the morning, but after being ill the previous week he was uncharacteristically sluggish. He dragged his feet out of his room with only his pajama pants and a pair of slippers on, and a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth... and a couple stick of dynamite stuck in the waistband of his pants.

He drags his feet through the halls to the bathrooms, totally not registering any of the changes in his environment. He even pauses to glance vacantly out a window for moment before continuing on his way.

Right during the middle of brushing his teeth however it seems to FINALLY DAWN ON HIM, and he hastily spits out the toothpaste and GUNS IT BACK THROUGH THE HALLS TO THAT WINDOW!

So Badficians, have a half-naked teenager looking out the window LIKE HE JUST SAW GOD.]

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Oh! Well, when I first came here I made a detailed map of the "4rth wall" thing outside the manor, completely measured and scaled to size. Judging by it's size and shape I had marked all the places that if detonated could cause it to crash in on itself... but uh... it didn't really work since... y'know physics is all messed up here. [He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck]

But I still got the map!

[He starts patting down his pants looking for it... when he realizes that he's totally in his pajamas. His face goes deep red]

uh....I think I left it in my clothes... I... should probably get dressed...

Edited 2011-04-14 19:26 (UTC)

[Megamind grins with what he's hearing and seeing that the other was in his pajamas made him think randomly to the time where he freaked out when he thought he was alone in the museum only to be discovered in is pajamas by Roxanne. He's had it bad for her for a very long time but that he'll save for another time.]

I'm not in any hurry. Get it to me when you see me around.

Sure thing! Uh, what's your room number? I'll bring it over as soon as I uh...get some clothes on...

[He chuckles nervously and works to scooting off to the side to head to his room. He can't believe he's talking to an alien half-naked! He's probably made a HORRIBLE first impression on an ALIEN! Hopefully giving him the maps he had worked on would redeem his image a bit!]

50 or 52 is fine.

[He's shaking up with a human so he's not too concerned with sleepwear. Living with humans the majority of his life, he's pretty much seen it all.]

If Roxanne answers, I'll let her know to let you in.

50 or 52, You got it!

[And with a nervous chuckle he begins to scurry off, but pauses to turn back and wave]

I'll see ya then!

I'll see you then. Don't get lost! Those corridors can be a little....oh, he's gone. Maybe I should have told him about the gravity. Oops.

[And Hayato disappears behind the corner... around which there is a promp yelp in surprise]

[He runs and skids to a halt to see what happened.]

Whoa!

[And there is a floating Hayato in the hall, reaching for a stick of dynamite that slipped from the waistband of his pants on his way up]

Shit! Shit! Shit!

[His eyes widen, he turns to one of his drones.]

Get him down and grab the dynamite!

*bawng*

[The drone did as was asked but now Megamind is wondering if his tampering of the control panel was the cause of this little fiasco.]

[Hayato is guided back down to the floor, keeping a hold on his pants just in case... the last thing he wanted was to flash anyone. Especially an alien!

When he gets to the floor he holds out his hand to the drone for the dynamite]

My dynamite, please.

*bawng*

[The bot looks from the dynamite to Megamind then back to the dynamite.]

Give it.

[Megamind holds out his hand and the bot drops it in his hand. He pats the droid on the top of the dome and hands it over to Gokudera.]

Who's a good droid? You are!

*bawng*

[Hayato takes the stick and tucks it back into it's proper place in the waste band of his pants]

Ah, thanks... You got any idea what the fuck that's about.

Er...yes. Yes! I'm aware of the problem. Uh, just a word of precaution, don't go in the cargo bay. The gravity is killer.

[Literally.]

Gotcha loud and clear. I'll probably just hang out in my room for a while.

Maybe that's better...at least for now I'll have my droids bring you snacks.

I'll make my own food!

[He pauses, realizing he just snapped. His cheeks light up and he rubs the back of his neck nervously]

A-ah.... sorry.... I'm just really touchy when it comes to food...

Um, okay. Well, it's a sensitive subject.

[He's trying to remain optimistic despite the growing irritation that surrounds him.]

I-it's not you! Really! Ah... the offer was nice and everything! It's just... I uh.... I've had some... bad experiences with people preparing food for me...

[Hayato looks up at him a bit worried. This was probably the first time IN A VERY LONG TIME that he's attempted more then just civility, but politeness as well. It was a very foreign thing to him, and despite putting forth all his effort he feared he was mucking it up. He really had spent too much of his life picking fights and trying to drive people away making it hard for him to shake off his natural abrasiveness and distrustfulness. But this was an ALIEN! The teen inhales deeply, ready to make an attempt to fixing the situation]

But the offer was very generous! If you really want to send me food I will not turn it down!

[He puts his hands up in defense but the hurt was already etched on his face.]

It's okay. Really. I've been there, I know. Look, we got off on the wrong foot here so I'll be the one to say that I'll only send packaged food since preparations are kind of a no go for me. I'm not good in the kitchen. That was Minion's job and I burn pop-ped corn.

[His smile returns in the form of a playful grin.]

At least I admit it when I say I can't cook. Nope. Not in the least. You're better off, trust me.

[Hayato chuckles and rubs the back of his neck]

You can't POSSIBLY be worse then my sister... everything she cooks [or touches for that matter]... kinda turns lethal...

[And some more REALLY awkward laughing]

And she really took to feeding me when we were kids....

Wow, you're either really brave or really tough to be able to consume toxic foods.

[He's had bland prison food most of his life.]

Nothing can be as lethal as Mad Mark's cooking. That stuff...well, there's a reason why it's called mystery meat

Not so much brave or tough, as much as it was me being too young to stop it.

[He laughs a bit more honestly, turning his childhood trauma into a mock challenge felt somewhat freeing]

Ha, I could betcha anything my sis can out bad-cook anyone! Really, I'd tell ya to ask her last boyfriend... but he "mysteriously" died of food poisoning.

[Gulps]

I'll keep that in mind.

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