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Damn it, Where is that Scientist? Shouldn't they already be ready to go?
That was the sole thought that was running through Hyperlasers head, for a good while. The so called "Greatest Scientist" still haven't shown up near the exit, where they should be. They had an agreement, why would HE forget out of all people? Isn't he all about benefits?
But it really seemed like the said person wouldn't come anyway, and even the most patient can lose their temper. With an exhausted sigh, bordering on becoming annoyed, or worse, angry, Hyperlaser pushed himself from his stationary spot to find them, and quickly to that matter.
Coming closer to the Laboratories door, the mercenary froze infront of the cold metal. Their knuckles knocked against the material, making the sound echo through the empty hallway, most likely ignored from the inside.
But, Hyperlaser still decided to wait.
...
As obvious as it was, there was no answer from the other side of the door. And bracing himself for the worst, He pushed the door open.
"Subspace. What is taking–"
...Oh. Well, that isn't the scenario Hyperlaser was preparing himself for. But at the same time he didn't know if he should feel relieved or confused.
"What? Are you going to complain about me not being on time again?"
The scientist quipped back despite the Mercenaries silence. To your notice, Subspace was not wearing their usual blackrock uniform, which...To all knowledge of Blackrock, never once they would wear anything else on work.
You could guess this day was different. As the uniform was changed to something more casual then formal...Maybe, abit too casual.
The style didn't fit Subspace at all, but by the color, it sure did. Hyperlaser could recall this type of fashion being named..."Cutesy?" Though, it could also be wrong.
"Excuse-"
"You are excused!"
...
"Now, can i finish this in peace? I wasn't considering an audience to be watching over MY preparation!"
The scientist not once considered to look behind them to stare back at Hyperlaser face to face. The closest to a proper look he got is Subspace tilting the handheld mirror just right so he could watch over the Mercenary.
"...So, what is the occasion for today, for you to actually reconsider your uniform?"
"Oh? This?"
Subspace finally turned slightly towards Hyperlaser to point out his uniform. Subspace did a deliberate swirl to give the Mercenary a proper view.
"I have decided to show off my fashion, thank you very much! You see, as superior as my uniform is..And as lowly the other childish phighters are, I have to maintain a touch with the world!"
"And your way of...showing that "touch" is.."
"Absolutely correct! I see you still have a sharp eye as always! ...Or always did."
"But besides that, My fashion sense is the best one out of all! You simply cant comprehend it!"
The Mercenary kept their mouth shut, despite having a snark comment ready on their tongue to try and put Subspace back to their place.
Restraint was built into him, and that was the lucky charm for the Scientist, as he could guess.
The Mercenary kept their eyes on Subspace, then, slowly, driven to their... ordinary arm? The fabric couldn't hide all the rot that had on it.
"What did you do the arm?"
"Hm?"
"The rot."
"Oh. How silly of me!"
"I was sure you would know the definition of "Makeup", dear Hyperlaser. Its as easy as finding the correct color and my favourite badge of honour could mix with my skin."
The scientist swirled the small brush in their hand to add more point to his words. The Mercenary didnt question the subject any further, as, his patience was already on the thin line. He was aware he would only make it worse to himself, as he gets nothing from Subspace.
But, finally. After leaning against the doorframe, waiting for the Scientist to finish their parade and finally get off their chair, it finally happened.
With casual stride, the Scientist slid past Hyperlaser, saying not a single word as they went to the place they were meant to meet at.
But nothing comes easy, ofcourse.
"You are not actually considering on showing up in that outfit, right?"
The scientist stopped in their tracks, then, slowly turned towards Hyperlaser.
"Do we have a problem?"
"No. Im just asking...Its not something you do."
"Oh, no. No, no, no. I think we do."
The scientist now came closer to Hyperlaser, leaving almost little to no personal space between them. Subspace pushed his face directly into that black visor, locked in a stern stare.
"Do you want me to remind you that one time instead of picking your 'usual' costume, you decided to dress up as a cat? Of course, noone questioned such anomalous activity."
"That...that was a one time."
"WAS NOT! Do not try to fool me now! Maybe I dont know statistics of what was and what is...But I am sure you tried to do that again, Mister!"
Subspace pressed an accusating finger against Hyperlasers chest, not moving an inch from him.
All the detail of his makeup, all those little horn accessories, all were in his view now, forcefully. Being used to the average Subspace, comparable to new this, it, was different.
Though, truth is, it was cute, strong opposite on what Subspace tries to make himself look. Hyperlaser slowly reached out towards Subspaces hand, lowering it down.
"Just get to the car."
"Hm! I'll take that as a victory, AND confirmation to my theory! I better not hear another complaint about my outfits next time, got it?!"
"...Yes, yes."
Well, that was something. Atleast they would be on time, as always. Maybe if luckily, early.
Hyperlaser still didnt move from his place yet, firstly he took one more look at retriving Subspace, then put his hand over his visor.
"...This maniac is giving me a worse headache every day. Fashion, huh? Odd way to put it."