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WHO’S BAD? - @bespectacledkitten... PSYCH! TOTALLY NOT!
" D'AWW! Remember when I TOTALLY had my plan ALMOST succeed, then your GRODY TO THE MAX DAD decided to TURN MY PURPLE RAIN BLACK? LAME-O-RAMA, HUH? And y'know, I've been THINKING - if it weren't for you and your CUTE WITTLE SISTERS having to be RESCUED... "
" I WOULDN'T HAVE FREAKIN' FAILED LIKE A TOTAL LOSER! "
@bespectacledkitten
A quick chemical formula, a well-aimed throw and Hah! Honey hit her target perfectly, the chem-ball exploding into a gradient of pastel goo, entrapping the strange looking robots, keeping them from moving on. She landed lithely on the ground below, tilting her head slightly. Gosh, this new villain didn’t give up easily. She noted the area was deserted, knowing they’d evacuated this section of the city hours a- wait.
“What are you doing here alone?!” The words left Honey’s mouth in a rush, before she pressed her fingers to her lips, regretting how harsh she’d sounded. “Sorry --- No, I’m sorry --- You shouldn’t be out here alone. Where are your parents?”
bespectacledkitten liked for a Tiana starter
@bespectacledkitten
Evidently, it was a good day to hit up the grocery store of New Orleans. The prince and princess of Maldonia had the day off, leaving the restaurant in good hands, and Tiana had decided to see what was fresh and available that day. Who knew? Maybe she’d try out a new recipe for herself and Naveen that night. That was her thought as she perused the produce aisles and tried to find the freshest ingredients.
A commotion nearby was what drew her attention away, though. When Tiana looked up, she saw a small handful of bizarre yellow looking creatures making a mess of things. Now, Tiana was no stranger to the bizarre. She and her husband had been turned into frogs for several days before their official wedding, after all. This just struck her as odd even by her standards.
“...Now that’s not somethin’ you see every day,” Tiana said. The yellow beings, whatever they were, didn’t seem to want to stop messing about. Their antics really got to be a bit much when one tossed a tomato her way and nearly hit her. Tiana was of enough mind to duck out of the way, but the mess that was left behind still was not a pretty sight.
“Hey now,” Tiana said in her firmest voice. That seemed to at least get the three to stop long enough to look at her. “I don’t know who y’all think you are, but this ain’t the place for that sort of behavior.”
Naveen might have told her to lighten up a little, but he was in another part of the store. No one could have disagreed with her thinking that this wasn’t right, though. Right? Surely someone was supervising these beings.
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Of course it’s not. I’m used to that by now.”
Didn’t lessen the sting of it, of course. She’d just been trying to step in and help the younger girls, and even if that help had turned out to be unnecessary… they’d then proceeded to mock her mercilessly. Margo had borne it all stoically, with only the increasing tightness of her expression betraying that they had managed to get to her, until they’d finally moved on.
And now, she had been moodily venting her anger - and hurt - by scratching out elaborate, if suitably vague, revenge plans in her school notebook when Vale had found her. She didn’t plan to act on them, of course; but the process of working on something was at least a little therapeutic.
She had been pressing hard enough with her pen that it had torn right through the paper where she’d been working. Margo deliberately didn’t acknowledge that fact.
“I got laughed at by younger girls at Miss Hattie’s all the time. Why would I let that get to me any more?”
Except, maybe, for the reason that she had thought she’d left that experience behind along with the orphanage. To be reminded of it all over again…
Her expression pinched still further, but the brunette didn’t say anything else.
Vale was a great number of things. Resourceful, helpful to a fault (even at detriment to himself), and very devoted to the few friends he still had. People like him didn’t often keep friends for very long; many were scared of the unusual. Those that didn’t run off screaming in fear often resented him for his power, and then left because of that.
To even consider that Margo was being bullied...
Well. It was lucky Vale hadn’t gone to have some words with a certain group of children.
“See, you saying ‘you’re used to it’ does not fill me with confidence, Margo. Being used to mistreatment doesn’t miraculously make it okay.”
Vale made a pointed effort to not see what she had been writing; snooping on people, no matter the intent, was a slippery slope to clamber down.
“And you would because you care about other people - and seeing people turn that care around and use it as a marker of laughter hurts.”
He knew what it was like; at least a little. Vale had enough freak accidents to have made a lot of enemies who wanted to see him at least a little humiliated. For every ‘defended a school bus from wolves’ story that somehow made him a hero, there was one ‘freak child does freaky act, let’s laugh and try to hurt the freak.’
“If you don’t want to talk, I won’t make you.”
He sat down near Margo, legs crossed, a practised ease. His eyebrow raised just slightly, his face softening as he spoke.
“But if you do, I’m happy to listen.”
Happy easter @bespectacledkitten!
Continued from here.
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“Feliz Navidad to you too, Antonio.”
She may have butchered the pronunciation slightly; Margo was hardly an expert when it came to Spanish, knowing only a few phrases here and there, but right now the matter of how accurately she’d spoken that wasn’t a pressing one.
How she’d managed to get this time away from all the festivities at home, even Margo wasn’t quite sure. Usually with Gru, Christmas was such a family affair that she would have been spending most of the afternoon and evening playing games with him and her sisters; which, admittedly, was always great. This year, however, Gru and Lucy had taken some private time together once all the presents were opened; and so, after helping Edith and Agnes set up an extensive and elaborate remote controlled racing track that they’d received, Margo had excused herself while the two of them played.
She’d rather thought Antonio would be around, and she wasn’t at all disappointed.
And of course, she’d come prepared. Margo still wasn’t sure what they exactlywere to one another, but they were very definitely a bit more than friends; and this time, she had made sure to have a gift ready for him, too. So, when Antonio held out one for her, Margo mirrored the gesture.
Not that she’d been entirely sure what to get for him, at first; but the bespectacled girl had eventually settled on something that she was confident he’d like. Fairlyconfident, at least.
“Si. Gracias.” She was getting into the habit of speaking what little she knew of Spanish whenever she was around Antonio; for as much as it was worth when she was far from fluent in the language.
“But, you know, I don’t want you to be left out either.” After all, with his father locked in an AVL prison, Christmas had to be lonelier for Antonio than he let on; though Margo wouldn’t state as much aloud, it was definitely forefront in her mind as she accepted the present from him, then indicated her own.
“So this one’s for you.”
His smile still remained, as well as his good mood. He knew Margo must have been having a good Christmas with her Family. That seemed to be what this holiday enjoyed boasting to the world; and that was spending time with those you love.
He couldn't just not stop by her place on Christmas, even if there posed a risk of her Father, Gru seeing his existence at their doorstep. It was likewise he in return still didn't care for Gru. However, he would put any misgivings aside for Margo's sake on Christmas. There was always that risk visiting her.
When he handed over his gift to her, he honestly blinked in surprise when she also handed over a Christmas gift to him. It made him grin warmly. It was almost as if she were expecting him to visit on Christmas. Her words only broadened his smile, confirming that all the more true.
"Heheh, you really didn't have to do that for me." He was trying to be modest, but in reality, he was really touched by it. "Thank you, Margo. Thank you very much." He chirped rather happily.
"I actually wasn't planning on staying long. I figured you had a big day of celebrating the holiday with your Family." His glance followed to their window where he could see their Christmas Tree glowing with shiny ornaments, and blinking lights. He'd be lying if he wasn't envious of it, but not a hint of jealousy about it was shown on his features. It things had turned out differently for him, maybe. Instead, he still smiled, turning back to her.
"I bet Santa was kind to you and your Sisters this year. Hmm...Did you get everything you wanted Margo?"
He held the gift from Margo still in his hand, waiting for Margo to open her's first. There was a hint of eagerness to see her open his gift. Inside were a box of assorted Christmas chocolates, along with a little orange plushie with a yellow mustache.
"I wasn't sure if you really liked that little guy since I've seen you wear shirts with his face on it. It's been a while since I've seen the book he's from around." He chuckled softly. "Merry Christmas!"
“Shh; you’re both.”
She was smirking, too, as she took his hands in her own; holding them together, her fingers encircling his wrists as though they were handcuffs. Was she being absolutely ridiculous? Of course she was, but Margo didn’t really care.
What was a bit of casual silliness, anyway, between… friends, she supposed? The brunette still wasn’t entirely sure what state their relationship was in anymore - more than simple friends but also maybe not quite back to being lovers - but she was okay with it, all the same. No matter what they technically were to each other, there was no denying they were close.
And she was also perfectly happy to keep on playing along.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of solid evidence to convict you. Only someone extremely attractive could make me stammer like an idiot and almost fall into a fountain when I first met him.”
That was more than enough evidence right there, in her mind.
A more hearty chuckle escaped him upon being told he was both. He watched her cuff his wrists with her own hands, smirking himself in the process. It was relaxing to say the least in knowing Margo enjoyed having a bit of fun like this, joking around and such.
"Ah, but what kind of 'cute' am I then? Am I cute boy material? As someone who's being charged for this crime, I should know."
He grinned ever so big in asking such a thing, though he was curious. Being called cute by Adults was another story in itself. To him it sounded demeaning of someone like him. He wasn't some cute little child. Not at all.
Since his hands were currently cuffed by Margo, he technically couldn't do anything, except for getting closer to her, letting his forehead rest upon hers; eyes still gazing upon her own, not leaving her sights. He let out a chuckle yet again, sighing softly afterward.
"The memories...Good thing I caught you then, si? That fall would have not been a good one." he shrugged his shoulders gently. "Only a girl extremely attractive could have caught my eye that day." He gave her a little wink of his eye, and in truth meant what he said. "But...You weren't the only idiot then. We can both say were a bit naive stepping into this back then, weren't we? Pff, at least I was. Very naive."
“You’re under arrest for being too cute. Put your hands where I can hold them.” (Also bespectacledkitten, from the same meme. Couldn't resist sending two XD)
SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING | Accepting.
He smirked big. He had to admit, this was very creative. He held his hands up as if he were being arrested.
"You got me, officer. Though you've charged me for the wrong crime. I'm handsome, not cute."
He flipped his bangs away from his eyes, in a somewhat egotistical way. Antonio's expression turned more into a playful one.
"I'm innocent until proven guilty, mi amor."
