boys will be boys pt1
Fandom: Monkey Man
Rating: M
minors dni
word count: 1.3K
author's note: this originally started as a jason todd fic, but i realised it made more sense for monkey man. kid and razor are both bi and trans. excited to share!
Kid x Original Male Character
<kid's just moved to a new city where he cant speak the language after surviving the events from the film and he's trying to find queer, politically active community. when sita slips him a boy's number. this is how it unfolds>
it happened over months
kid remembered the first time he saw razor: he walked into the room with a wide smile and those intense eyes of his. and kid immediately thought omigod who’s THIS cutie? Turned out they had been talking on the phone and this was the very same razor that invited him to the queer reading circle in the first place.
He’s got eyes that flash intensely with emotion and a wide smile; his hair a short mop on on his head, a cute little beard and moustache. kid’s ears had immediately perked on hearing his name and finding out that this was the guy hiding behind the dog in the whatsapp picture.
there was an open mic that night and they set up together, stopping for lunch with everyone else. that was kid’s first time meeting all of them and they were a warm bunch, welcoming kid and practicing with him for his performance. the open mic was amazing, full of rage and hope and all the things one could hope for from a deeply political community space. but of course, it was running too long.
kid had to leave early and razor just couldn't let him leave without inviting him to the protest next tuesday. so he ran after kid and sita down the stairs. (sita had come to watch, she loves seeing kid perform in an entirely new element)
kid was at the bottom of the stairs when he heard his name. "kid!" called razor as he turned the corner and came flying down the stairs. he stopped right in front of kid and sita, chest rising and falling but barely out of breath. which romance novel have i found myself in? wondered kid while he showed a practiced face to razor, one of friendly interest not too much he reasoned.
"so there’s a protest about the new citizenship laws" began razor, holding out a pamphlet "this is some reading, i got it for you. it should give you more info and i made sure its in english" he said as kid took it. eyes wide, kid looks at razor and says "i’ll be there". he stares a moment too long, quietly mesmerized by his eyes. sita just waited quietly while they locked eyes. it took a few moments, but kid snapped out of it, put the pamphlet in his bag and flashed razor a 50 watt smile, "see you tuesday then!" and walked off with sita in tow to the local train station.
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kid showed up on his cycle at the protest. parking close-by, he walked over and looked for razor. he needed a familiar face in this sea of people. it was overwhelming to be among crowds after everything he’d been through. he looked around for whoever seemed safest and chillest and went and stood with them, joining in with the protest slogans.
razor made his way to the protest on a bus, late. as always. thanks public transport! he was anxious to get there and though it wasn’t the point, he was anxious to see kid too. see he knew kid's big secret, well, not really, not all of it. and he wanted to get to know kid better. his poem had been about dying, being split into a million parts and being put back together by strange and mystical forces. razor just put 2 and 2 together and figured out that it had really happened. either kid was just that believable of a performer, or there was a kernel of truth to it. whichever, it was, razor was determined to find out. as he reached the protest, he spotted kid, who looked very peaceful and engaged in the slogans. he decided not to disturb him, and stood behind him quietly waiting for him to notice.
kid turned to scan the crowd. people old and young were standing all around him and raising fists and staying in chorus. there was signs everywhere talking about why the new citizenship laws were unfair. as he scanned the crowd, his eyes flashed on spotting razor. moving closer to razor, he waved, a bit nervously. he wasn't sure if he wanted him around.
by the time the protest was ending, kid was itching for a smoke and coffee. turning to razor he asked, "can we get coffee?" razor grimaced. why now why today? why do the cops got to be so watchful when this boy wants to get coffee with me?? "we need to disperse quickly, maybe coffee another time?", razor said.
kid, a bit miffed, started to turn and step away toward his cycle. "i'll call you!", said razor as he left. kid smiled all the way home and eagerly waited by the phone till the call came. nervously wringing his hands while his phone charged in his red and lavender bedroom. his deep blue writing desk was in the corner by the bookshelf. the walls were white and filled with art, personal notes and reminders and pictures with alpha and alphonso. ever since they'd moved to this place, sita had insisted they make it "cozy and homey" he was even pacing up and down a knotted carpet with images of lilacs and lavenders and violets in a bed of white wool. he had to admit, he liked to do his anticipatory pacing in style plus the carpet felt nice and stimmy on his feet, like walking on pebbles only much softer.
it was only 10 minutes later, when the phone began to ring. he picked it up took a deep breathe and dragged the green button.
-
they talked while razor took a bus and then another bus and then a train on his way to help with a situation at one of the union members' homes. he had been working long with that union, he mentioned to kid. and kid plagued him with questions about how things were at sengalpet. turned out everything wasn't all roses and sweetness. all that aesthetic perfection was just masking the deeply unequal society that existed everywhere. it was nothing like yatana, but fucked up in its own unique way. as they talked and compared notes on their cities kid felt more and more comfortable.
he was sprawled on his stomach on the hand-knotted carpet ("did i mention its hand-knotted? its hand-knotted," sita had said as she lay it out for kid on one of her triumphant returns from the second-hand market a couple months ago) chatting to razor about the things he's excited to read at the reading circle, and razor asking him to share them, that kid realised he was so comfortable talking to this guy. kid HATED talking on the phone, he could only do it with sita, alpha and sometimes alphonso. but with razor? this was so enjoyable!
as they talked and kid slowly melted into a puddle on the floor, they got to know each other. they realised they had both worked at the same climate justice non profit at different times. they swapped stories about activism, kid shared how weird people had been after certain ahem events in his life. he told razor about sita and how she had given him razor's number. razor knew sita, they had worked together before. she had helped mobilise the sex wokers' union for one of the protests razor had helped organize a couple of years ago and the two had stayed in touch since then, working together from time to time.
as razor finally reached his destination, they both hesitated to hang up, saying bye and then adding a quick new observation a few times before they finally hung up.
kid slept like a baby that night.
