While Megamind was counting down in the kitchen, Roxanne was examining the lair for a pen and some paper. Scavenging through the drawers, she uncovered a broken shrink ray, some chewing gum and a squeaky toy shaped like Metro Man with the eyes crossed out- she paused to laugh at that one. He had to draw up plans somehow, but where did he keep the paper? Then, she remembered the man she was dealing with and looked up across the open corridor. Different colors of parchment held aloft by red string twisted silently in the air. That ought to do it. On her walk over, she uncapped the red lipstick that always lingered at the bottom of her purse.
Megamind was playing with his leftovers, shaping them with a fork anxiously as he saw the familiar curved silhouette in his doorway. "Ready for the challenge?" Her cheeks seemed flushed with anticipation. He couldn't help but mirror her expression. "No doubt." He replied confidently.
As he hobbled around the building, checking every crevice, the drones watched with a buzz of curiosity. She wondered as she looked on, had the man developed a way to give machinery personality? Or was she just attributing to his 'genius'? A drone turned towards her and she glanced away, feeling an eerie shiver as she turned such admiration from her thoughts. After all, it was the collapse of his lair that had absentmindedly ended the life of the one who had rescued her. A darkness wrapped itself around her heart and she struggled to put up a cold, indifferent front for her safety when the back of her mind questioned; was it an accident? There was a news story in and of itself, who was Megamind? Innocent victim of a society based upon appearances? Or, was he truly a super villain hiding behind the guise of showmanship and mispronunciation? The key turned in her mind as she watched the blue man dig for answers, she was digging for her own. Her eyes followed him.
He had made it across the lair as he collapsed onto a rolly chair in a dramatic heap. He had some of his old flair back. It looked as if he had given up when she saw the realization bloom on his face. It was beautiful to tell so easily how someone felt without words. She smirked. From his vantage, on the back of his plans, she had created a basic mosaic of Minion's face, using her fire engine shade. A smile broke on his face, then the first loud laugh that she had heard from him that was of non-maniacal nature. It rang out through the open space, and her body, clear as a bell. She basked in his warmth.
For some reason, he felt his eyes sting and his pulse race. It must have been the medication. He looked at her incredulously, "I thought I was the only one that did that."
She was afraid to move and disturb this easy and natural smile that she had never known. That would be etched in her mind under the flood of light from the high, glass, factory windows. It was as if it he was a natural part of Earth that day, instead of the ostentation and machinery. She bit the inside of her cheek to wake up and see him as the mysterious species he was.
"You're not alone." She replied, spinning one of the hanging sheets. She wanted to bring him outside, she wanted to walk around the park with him, she wanted to show him the world outside of the four walls he had always known- but where were these desires stemming from? Was it because his demeanor reminded her of a child? Why, oh why, did Minion leave her to babysit?
They both stood an arms length apart, her standing under the papers and him seated leaning back to look her. Not a sound could be heard except the beating of a heart- it was her heart. At least she was sure that anatomically she had one to speak of. Which made her wonder, did this being before her have one as well? She innocently leaned forward and placed her palm where his should be, and she felt it fluttering beneath her. Was that its normal pace? A warm periwinkle palm covered hers and his soft green eyes sought an answer from hers, "Roxanne?"
His plea sent her stomach flipping as she slipped out of his grasp, taking a step back. "You- have a heart." She abashedly tried to explain her actions.
"As a matter of fact, I have two." His mouth curved at the corners as he placed his palms on either side of his sternum proudly. "Anywho, we are more physiologically alike then you know." he stood up slowly, reaching his hand forward. "I believe you only have one right he-"
She caught him at the wrist. "I know where it is."
He struggled to understand her spreading blush. "Oh!" He received the answer looking down at her body. He crossed his arms and swiftly looked out the window "Of course you do."
The burning on her face had found its way into her chest. "But I'd like to, erm, the people of Metro City would like to know, how else are we similar?"