Disclaimer: I don't own psychonauts, if I did I wouldn't be writing this. I don't own neurotic fish either.
" Sasha, darling where are you?" inquired Milla and she walked down the hallway of Sasha Neins lab. It was the end summer and most of the children, accept Raz and Lili, had gone home with there parents earlier that week. That left Sasha and Milla to occupy them selves and the children.
"Wait Milla I'm…not exactly dressed" came the frantic reply from further down the hall. "I have an experiment going that requires constant observation, so I've been up during the night to check on it and haven't had a chance to get dressed."
"Oh please darling its not like I haven't seen you in pajamas before" now Milla was curious to see why he was nervous. She slowly made her way into the lab so that he could not hear her. Milla hid behind a box of files and she saw him. She tried not to laugh as Super Secret Agent Sasha Nein walked by in boxers and a tee-shirt. A black shirt paired with black and green plaid boxers.
" Don't think I cant see you Milla…your behind that box." As he said this he tapped his foot against the ground in an annoyed fashion. The bare flesh made a funny tapping sound as it hit the tile floor.
"I'm sorry darling but you look so normal, almost human without those silly sunglasses!" she giggled as she came out from behind the boxes. Milla wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. " Plus were taking Razputin and Lili to the beach and the fair." Sasha looked at her in disbelief, 'me at the beach…with people and the sun. The fair is even worst more people with unsanitary conditions.'
" Milla I really must decline" he stuttered "this project needs my attention and can't be left alone"
"Sasha , darling please come with me you can hang out with Raz and Ill take Lili." Moaned Milla "It will be fun and I cant handle both of them my self"
"No" replied Sasha but then he thought about the consequences 'I could miss seeing Milla in a …NO STOP THINKING THAT! BAD SASHA.'
"Fine Ill go" he said exasperatedly
" Goody, go get dressed. Not in that trench coat and sweater either, I want shorts, a tee-shirt, and a bathing suit!"
"Yes Queen Milla the Almighty One." Sasha said sarcastically and he plodded down the hall the change.
" Don't forget beautiful."
Thirty minutes later Sasha emerged from his room. Milla almost didn't recognize him, but then remembered the old Sasha, the one she had met at this very camp 20 years ago. The ones who's hair was mildly unkempt and wore cargo shorts and band tee-shirts. Milla smiled as she watched Sasha glumly trudge down the hallway toward her. His black hair was wet because he had just showered and it hung limply, the one stray lock hanging in his face.
"I like your shirt darling I remember that concert, it feels like such a long time ago…" she trailed off looking the floor as if embarrassed.
"Me too, you were terrified, but that was when we were teenagers." He said as he straightened his sunglasses and walked out the door towards the parking lot.