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“Got any fives?” Roxanne asks Megamind.
“Fives are ee-vil, Miss R- Roxanne,” Megamind replies. He’s getting better at the name thing. “Proceed to fish.”
Roxanne is pretending she hasn’t noticed Wayne hovering – not literally, although he does that sometimes – for the past ten minutes. At this rate, though, he’ll never spit it out, so she sighs and sets her cards down.
“Wayne. Did you want to ask something?”
“I- n-no! I’m just-” Wayne deflates, and then in a rush, asks, “Willyoumoveinwithme?”
Roxanne can’t help giggling at Megamind’s perplexed expression. “Were those words?” he asks.
This from the man who says ‘Ollo’, she thinks, but with immense fondness.
“Would you. move in. with me. I mean, you’ve both been spending so much time here, and it just-”
Roxanne holds up a hand. “Wayne. I told you I’d given up the lease on my apartment last month.”
“And Minion is enjoying having space to himself in the Lair,” Megamind adds. “We still work on inventions together there.”
Wayne looks from one of them to the other with dawning wonder. They’re both such goobers, Roxanne thinks, but they’re her goobers.
“So... You’ll stay?” Wayne asks, a little choked up.
“We’ll stay,” Roxanne affirms.
