@greenspandexcladboi | Cont
Qwark half jogged down the halls of Dr. Nefarious’ space station—apparently travelling through the place was a great location to display one’s physical prowess, and the hero could never turn a blind eye to the perfect opportunity for a mini cardio workout. His thighs could always use some extra training. And frankly this time around, he was actually dressed to look the part. Well, kind of.
The impressively large and muscled man was in quite the ‘outfit’, honestly it resembled a costume just as strongly as his usual green spandex. Only instead of just green he was decked out in all the colors of the rainbow; literally!
His well toned muscles and pecs were on full display, only being partially covered by a pride themed crop-top (the poor piece of fabric just barely covering his man-nips). The rest of his physique was just as loud and proud. A pair of booty shorts clung tightly to his firm buttocks, the word ‘Juicy’ making his backside stick out even more. Qwark also had special pride sweatbands on his calves and wrists, and of course no hero could do without one (well aside from Qwark)—a colorful cape was attached to his back and blew behind him as he moved. As for the final feature, the man still wore his signature green mask despite his current surroundings. He hadn’t managed to kick the habit fully yet.
“Oh boy, Nef is gonna be in for a real shocker once he hears what I have planned!”. I just hope he doesn’t reject it, I’ve been planning this for weeks already; that, and the clown I hired doesn’t accept refunds.
Qwark quickly turned the corner to where his boyfriend’s private office was. He was so focused on his objective that he wasn’t really paying attention to anything else.
With Nefarious in hot pursuit of his own canine companion, it seemed he might just get that paint back after all. With a couple more swipes of his claws and a straight nose dive towards Beanie, the metallic menace ended up falling flat on his face with loud crash. Metal face meeting metal floor, it always ended loudly.
Irritated grumbling came from the robot’s throat as he pulled himself up from the floor, rubbing at his large cranium before shaking away any dizziness. What came next was what he could only describe next as a dream. Having mistakenly left his main office door open, he caught a glimpse of Qwark the moment he turned the corner.
The robot was absolutely dumbfounded. Maybe he’d hit his head harder than he thought, cause the outfit his boyfriend was wearing? Now that could be a dream within itself. Beanie immediately recognized the large muscle bound man and hoped right over, small can of paint still lodged between his teeth and tail wagging happily behind him.
It took a few more moments of staring before Nefarious finally snapped out of his trance, quickly checking to make sure his facepaint was still straight before reaching over across his desk and wrapping a scarf loosely around his neck. It just so happened to be another item he’d prepared for the event, with the same transgender pride colors as the one on his cheek. Perhaps he should thank Lawrence for learning to knit,
“Bout time you showed your meaty mugshot, Qwark. I was beginning to think you were completely ignorant about this holiday, which simply is not like you. You’re the kind of moron who celebrates anything he can.”












