breakingmyheart | 2.23 - Spam + Voice + Text

[Spam for Megamind and Edward Nygma]

[Toshiko is the first to wake up. There's still the lingering taste of buttercream frosting on her tongue. She doesn't remember the last time she ate a cupcake.

Megamind and Edward's pillow fort - ridiculous to Toshiko as an almost aggressively sensible twelve-year-old, now she can barely find it in herself to have an opinion - was designed for one small adult and two children. When they dozed off together it was cosy. Now three adults are tangled up at close quarters and the walls have been forced apart and they're listing alarmingly.

Luckily the ceiling is just blankets and there's some give in them, but moving at all will make the whole thing collapse and that'll wake up the other two. She doesn't really want that happening yet. Like she's just woken up from a good dream and she's wondering that if she drifts off again, her brain will be at the same frequency to let her return to it.

She knows she isn't tired enough to sleep again but she closes her eyes and just soaks it all in.]

[Private to Erik; voice]

Erik, I know...

[There’s a pause. She sounds a bit quiet, a bit lost, but not unemotional. On the contrary, it’s more like there’s too much going on and she’s struggling to keep a lid on it all.]

I know you didn’t do what you did for me.

[You did it for yourself. So you didn’t have to have a little girl's trauma on your conscience.

Though something still lingers. There's no reason not to walk. I - I'd like to see you do it.

He didn't have to say that to her younger self, knowing the older was the one it'd resonate with.]

But -- I want to thank you anyway.

[Private to 'Garrett Hobbs'; text]

You took advantage of me.

[She can't even tell if she's angry.]

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[ Megamind is -- comfortable; banked between two bodies, he soaks up their heat without complaint-- on his back, a cushion under his head which is slightly turned to the left. He has one hand reaching for the two here-- knuckles against Toshiko's arm, the opposite up against Edward's shoulder. ]

[ Honestly, he's quite content where he is, in his pajamas covered in rocket ships, feet bare and resting against Angus, who is curled up in a ball at his feet like a little fawn. And why wouldn't he be? Two of his three important people are here with him. ]

[It takes him a long time to respond. She's herself again, and it's easy to be angry all over again. She deserves it, now. She knows what she's done.

But he can't separately the twelve-year-old Toshiko from this one as cleanly as he might wish he could. So there isn't much anger or heat when he gets around to this, at least not more than the quiet undercurrent that's with him in any uncomfortable situation.]

I didn't just do it for me, either.

[Text makes it more difficult to read her, but it's not much of a turn off. He can make his guesses. And keep himself from saying 'you let me.']

Forgive me. I only wanted to know you better.

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