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A large fist raised to the worn metal door hesitantly. Then it lowered. Then it raised half way before nearly pounding the doorframe in frustration. Damn it all, this was his domain! He could go where he pleased, do what he pleased, and speak to whomever he pleased at any time he pleased.
So why was it so damned difficult for him to knock on Entrapta’s door? It was late, but he knew she didn’t sleep nearly enough for an Etherian, and would most likely still be awake. It had been a single day since she’d presented him with the new armor. He was feeling bizarrely energized and very nearly in a not-bad mood, and was quite eager to have Entrapta back in the sanctum to continue their work.
He raised his fist a final time, before lowering his palm to the door silently with a subdued sigh of defeat. The door won this round. However, as he turned to head back to his sanctum Entraptaless, the door cracked open. “Hordak?” His ears lowered. “I thought I heard some familiar grumbling out here. You need something? The armor acting up?”
“Ah, no, I…” he turned back to see her poking her head out the doorway at him. “The armor is functioning superbly.” She beamed at the accidental compliment and he scowled back determinedly. “I was planning on running the new formulas through some hypothetical scenarios for the portal machine. Do you wish to assist me?” The words flew out of his dry mouth quickly, but he was uncertain why. It wasn’t as though he were nervous.
“Oh, I would love to! But…” She frowned a little. It didn’t suit her. “It’s just that I’m already in my bat suit, so I’m kinda in for the night.”
Her what? Hordak cocked his head, and a long ear flicked to mirror the motion. The door opened wide and she took a step into the hallway where he could see her fully. Her pigtails perked up as his ears drooped to the ground. She was in fuzzy shorts and his traitorous eyes traveled slowly down her small legs to take in the skin he’d never gotten to see before. Fuck. She shifted her weight, and movement above snapped his gaze to her upper half. Fuck. The odd cropped top she wore was somewhat similar to her dark purple half blouse, but there was no white undershirt beneath to conceal her soft stomach, and the garment was cut so high, he could very nearly see her breasts peeking from underneath. Fuck!
“Isn’t it adorable?” Entrapta chirped. She spread her arms a bit, revealing fake little purple bat wings along the underside of her long sleeves. “As you know, I normally just fall asleep in my regular clothes around the lab. So when I actually make it to a bed, or at least my own room, I like to wear cute pajamas.”
Hordak’s brain had been offline since she’d opened the door and he nodded dumbly. “I see.”
“Oooh, and look at this! This is the best part.” Entrapta reached behind her head and pulled up a hood, which was a cartoonish version of a bat head, with floppy ears, red eyes, large fangs, and - Fuck, fuck, fuck. Abort mission! Retreat! As her arms lifted, so did her shirt, and Hordak turned right the fuck around to hide his face, which was currently ablaze from the flash of very private territory he’d just witnessed.
“Yes. I see. Very, ah- Yes. I am sorry to have disturbed you.” Hordak all but ran back down the hallway in his domain. Going wherever he pleased and speaking to whomever he pleased whenever he pleased had taken a nice chomp out of his ass. When would he learn?
“Okay, well, see you tomorrow, lab partner!” As her cheery voice bounced down the hallway, he dared glance back to see her lifting an arm high in the air to wave at him. While his body moved forward and his eyes leered backwards at the flesh he definitely wasn’t meant to leer at, he was fully unprepared for the harsh caress of hard steel he received as he jogged directly into the wall.
