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longestnight_old2015-06-19 02:03 am
atippleoftransparency) wrote in longestnight_old2015-06-19 02:03 am
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Mission: Very Possible
Lyle Norg is very pleased with himself. Sure, he and Brainy are in a crisis situation and trapped away from their team, but it's a crisis situation where they still have the time and space to take breaks to collect themselves and recover from the Hell that was the previous universe they'd been trapped in. And since they are no longer in that universe, he can do things now that he couldn't have earlier.
Things like the thing that he is currently very pleased about.
Invisible, he slips into the area already designated as "Brainy's Lab", cradling a mechanical-and-fluff penguin in his hands (it's quite dapper, for a toy, if he does say so himself). Brainy is naturally hard at work, but Lyle can be patient, drifting silently toward the Coluan and taking advantage of his invisibility and Brainy's preoccupation to admire his boyfriend in his natural and undisturbed element. And ogle him a little. He'd done both these things before, but never when he'd been in a position to do anything about them.
He just needs to wait until Brainy turns away...
When the moment comes, Lyle is as swift and silent as a striking snake, dropping the penguin and its attached note where Brainy can't miss it when he turns back, but not actually in Brainy's experiment since an inevitable explosion is not what he's going for here.
Then, holding his breath in anticipation, he steps back to watch Brainy's reaction.
Things like the thing that he is currently very pleased about.
Invisible, he slips into the area already designated as "Brainy's Lab", cradling a mechanical-and-fluff penguin in his hands (it's quite dapper, for a toy, if he does say so himself). Brainy is naturally hard at work, but Lyle can be patient, drifting silently toward the Coluan and taking advantage of his invisibility and Brainy's preoccupation to admire his boyfriend in his natural and undisturbed element. And ogle him a little. He'd done both these things before, but never when he'd been in a position to do anything about them.
He just needs to wait until Brainy turns away...
When the moment comes, Lyle is as swift and silent as a striking snake, dropping the penguin and its attached note where Brainy can't miss it when he turns back, but not actually in Brainy's experiment since an inevitable explosion is not what he's going for here.
Then, holding his breath in anticipation, he steps back to watch Brainy's reaction.
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"If neither of us arrive on time, and therefore neither of us are inconvenienced, are either of us really 'late'?" He asked philosophically, helpfully tucking Brainy's shirt into his pants for him. Neatening him up might be the opposite of what he generally wanted to do in this state, but he couldn't knock the novelty of it.
He nuzzled Brainy's neck again, running his palms down over Brainy's hips. "On the other hand, we'll both have a bit more energy to burn after we eat. Not to mention to antici-"
Mid-word, he licked the pulse fluttering in the Coluan's throat. "-Pation," he finished, breathing the syllables over the damp spot, then peeled himself off of Brainy's back and moved away because otherwise they were definitely going to be late.
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"Oh, evil. None of it was ever an act, was it. All this time you've been very, very bad man and I was just blinded by your human wiles."
He briefly closed his eyes, hands at his temples as he tried to concentrate and will his body into calming down before certain...reactions overwhelmed him.
He went through his usual litany, thinking up various unsexy things:
"Powdered wigs. Scientific studies lacking statistical rigor. Wearing sunglasses indoors to look 'cool.' People saying they can't find something because they haven't actually looked. Apostrophes used to make English plurals. People kissing the air next to other people's faces when they meet them instead of just kissing them..."
He waved a hand in the air, flapping it in the direction of the door.
"Go, you exceptionally naughty and exceedingly handsome man, and give me time to calm certain biological responses, or dinner isn't happening."
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It was a good thing he was invisible, because he could actually feel the smug radiating from him (or maybe it was just excessive body heat due to 'certain biological responses'. Or both).
"You know where to find me when you're done calming things down," he said, putting as much leer into his voice as possible. "I'll go see about the food."
And maybe dash outside for a moment and let the cold take care of his side of things.
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When Brainy did arrive a the aforementioned Glacier Viewing Room, the furniture that usually inhabited the main area had been pushed away to form a ring at the edges of the room. Lyle had spread a blanket, picnic style; and arranged the attractively-plated finger-foods so that everything would be in reach of at least one of them. And Lyle faded into visibility a few steps from the door wearing a white button-up shirt, black slacks, and no headband.
"Hey," he said with a smirk. "You look like my date for tonight."
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That, not the picnic, not the invitation, was the true sign of Lyle's commitment to this. He actually took off his silly little headband.
"Extremely flattering. Though, I do admit that I find the prospect of not being up to take it off myself while we're in bed somewhat disappointing. It's usually my favorite part of initiating the festivities; it's something like the concupiscent version of cutting a ceremonial ribbon."
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"Well, there are plenty of ribbons around here. I'm sure I can find something for you to unravel off of me. Drink? I've got a few options depending on if you want something warm or chilled."