Megamind had noticed the change in behavior in Mika. Since he has been observing Mika from afar to keep him from getting picked on, he has noticed a boost in his confidence. He was excelling more in his physical education than ever before, even beating some of Maverick's personal records.
He stood at the office entrance as Mika was conversing with some of the more popular teens. He was being praised by them, to which Megamind smiled faintly. He was also worried that he was going to give in to peer pressure.
Mika had walked from the group heading to his class and seeing Elise in her chair. He had sat down and kissed her cheek and smiled. "Hey, Pinkie, how goes it?"
"Hey, sweetheart," Elise said as she had smiled and rubbed his cheek. "I've been good, just tired…"
"Haven't been sleeping as much?" he assumed, scooting closer to her.
"Worse, I can't sleep. Every time I wake up I feel like my heart is racing, I feel hyper all the time," she said, "my hair is a mess too, and this is the only way I can style it. Everything I touch I get shocked, but it doesn't hurt."
"Oh…" Mika said, looking away, "have you been sleepwalking recently?"
"Not as much, but I still get near the balcony sometimes," she said as she rubbed her eyes. "Do I look tired?"
"No," he said. "Don't worry, sweetheart, Halloween is coming around and that way we can both dress up."
"That sounds fun…" she yawned.
Megamind Museum
Bernard was in a t-shirt and regular jeans, as today he was going to help Rochelle with moving some Megamind merchandise to the gift shop on the first level of the museum. Rochelle was in shorts that were mid-thigh and tank top. She had her hair done in box braids, pulling them up into a high bun. She had gloves on so that she wouldn't ruin the pieces collected by bystanders during Megamind's villainy and heroic timeline.
Bernard looked at her every now and then, watching her as she moved the items from place to place. How was she able to go undetected for so long as a mutant? How was she able to full everybody around her?
"Staring at me is not going to quicken the process," Rochelle said, picking up a very heavy metal piece from the 'Tighten' attack.
"I'm not staring!' he spat at her, "I'm just… observing."
"Right, because 'observing' someone from afar instead of getting to know them really helps," Rochelle said back to him, continuing her work.
Bernard had to put his foot in his mouth. He was adamant on avoiding Rochelle at all costs and was continuing on doing just that. "How was your stupid play?"
"It was wonderful, though you had to be there," she said as she had continued working, not getting distracted.
"You do realize that it's difficult being friends with you on account of what you are…" he said.
"But I haven't done anything to you," Rochelle said, "I didn't put your life in danger. I didn't snatch you up and killed you, I didn't do anything, period. And I'm being tried like some… criminal," she said, hissing as she had slammed an empty box.
Silence had built up in the room, Bernard rubbing his face.
"What do you want me to do?" Bernard asked, "want me to hang out with you? Gossip? Paint our nails and drink coffee?"
Rochelle had turned to him, "all I want is to be respected. You know I'm a mutant, so that's out of the way, so please get to know me," She asked of him.
Bernard looked at her, his hands on the box as he was to continue his work, that being his answer.
Roxanne's Duplex
Roxanne had gotten new leads that the sidekick isn't even from California, but from here in Metro City. She was so confused, but it didn't allow her to get distracted for one second. She had placed all of her other ideas in a box, still not able to let go of her old discoveries.
James seemed just as frustrated as Roxanne. He was sat down on the bed, rubbing his forehead, his grays spilling out from his combed hair.
Roxanne couldn't help but feel bad for him. She had him worked hard, and to start back at square one was just difficult. "Hey, James…"
"Hey, Roxanne…" he said as he had rubbed his face, "what a rut we are in, huh?" he joked.
"I've been there, don't worry," Roxanne said, sitting next to him and rubbing his back.
"I can taste it," James said vaguely, "I can just taste the discovery."
"Don't worry," Roxanne said, "what if we go and do an interview with the teacher's that were there, and maybe we'll be able to discover something new."
"I suppose," James agreed, his spirits still low, "maybe I can ask that Megamind guy. He was there too… or late."
"He did the best he could," she said abruptly. "Besides, only one student was really injured. Maybe we should interview him."
"Sounds like a plan," he said as he smiled lightly.
