The second thing was the absolute mess coating their entire face yellow paint streaking brightly across the hooked bridge of their nose, obscuring freckles and moles that dotted their face like tiny constellations.Īn eye-roll. The first thing they noticed was a pair of deep brown eyes blinking up at them through a cluster of curls framing their face. “Oh, like you couldn’t afford a new one.”Īlex opened their mouth to deliver a truly scathing rebuttal about how it ‘ was the principle of the matter’ but let it fall shut with a sharp ‘ snap’ as Morgan finally moved aside to show why they had been hunched over the sink in the first place. “What’ve I said about knocking, dude.”Īlex looked down at the damp spot on their clothes before raising their gaze back up to meet their friend’s eyes. “Jesus, Alex!” The washcloth was thrown at their chest, hitting the waistcoat with a wet ‘splat!’. A quick flash-step and the bathroom door was being slammed open to reveal a frazzled Morgan half-bent over the sink, washcloth in hand. They were pulled out of their rumination by a new sound, a high-pitched cry. “ Cords!” Morgan’s new shoes lost on a heist. “ Damnit, I forgot about the drawer!” After the fridge lost it’s door once again to Alex’s monstrous strength when they just wanted milk for their coffee. “ I didn’t say ‘fuck’ today, so the toaster wont work!” On a Monday after the appliance had decided that heating up bread just wasn’t on the agenda for the day. Slip.Įvery day, those three things had to happen or else something would just be off was Morgan’s explanation when they first asked about it. It was practically a ritual at that point. They could hear Morgan banging around in their bathroom, cursing as they slammed their fingers in a drawer – again – and narrowly avoided tripping over the power cords criss-crossing along the floor. Not like Alex’s tiny flat had slowly become to them. The sleek shakeanium and dark glass was excellent, don’t get them wrong, It was literally the best money could buy It wasn’t quite home though. Morgan’s flat was comfortable looking, all soft edges and warm colours, It was inviting in a way that Alex’s lair never quite managed.
They were just trying to look out for their friend’s poor spine, that’s all. It was not whinging, Thank you, very much. The S-tier villain perched themselves on top of the lumpy brown couch that Morgan vehemently refused to let them replace, despite them raising several excellent points about it’s threadbare pillows and stained fabric. Their foot touched down on the cold linoleum of Morgan’s kitchen without so much as a stumble and they continued their stride forward into the living-room. To Alex, it just made them want to sneeze a little. Their favourite seemed to be, ‘a fishhook in their bellybutton, trying to pull them through the eye of a needle’. Morgan loved to paint vivid descriptions of what it felt like to teleport for ‘normal people’. Can you do me a favour?”Īlex gave a roll of their eyes, glancing down at the sluggishly bleeding arm in their grip before flicking their eyes over to the now unconscious Scorpion-Lad.Īlex stepped forward and with a small ‘pop’, disappeared from the park just as the hero’s livid teammates arrived on the scene. How are you? I’m well, thanks for asking.” We should be lovers instead’ Alex slipped a hand into their pocket to retrieve their phone, cutting off the chorus and accepting the call.
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