Manni heard something collapse near his home, peering out the window, wondering if it were a bird of some sort he could eat. No, just his stupid hero. He stormed out of the house and towards Quickcharge, hanging over him with his wings quivering.
His eyes were lightly closed, electricity still dancing across his skin, brown locks sticking up in all directions. The cops finally had given up a while back, not that he knew. And, obviously, not know where the hell he was.
Manni nudged Quickcharge with an annoyed expression painted on his face. "Hey, get up. Come back inside."
He didn't move, though the electricity died down. He used that way to long. Because he is fucking stupid.
((He is my disaster gay son))
(Oof.)
Manni kicked his hero with a huff. "I don't want to pick you up! Come on!"
His eyes slowly blinked open as he groaned. "Where did I end up?"
"Right outside my fucking house, dingbat!" Manni snapped down at him. "And you could've brought the cops right out here! What are you, stupid??"
"If I have no clue where I am, they certainly won't. And I honestly just took a bunch of random turns until I collapsed. So uh… sorry about that. I'll get going." He said, pushing himself up.
"No, I'm not going to let you go!" Manni snapped loudly, grabbing his upper arm. "Come on!"
"Why?" He asked, honestly curious. "I mean, you still kinda hate me…" He trailed off, following the other.
"I don't want you being stupid and telling someone where I live. Or killing yourself. It's just stupid!" He shoved Quickcharge into his home, shutting the door and locking it.
"…Okay." He said, not really knowing how to respond. Also considering that he was just locked in a guys house. A fairly attractive guy when you're thinking about it- No, brain, we can start forming a gay crush later!
Manni pushed Quickcharge onto the couch and turned to the stove, where he cracked a couple eggs for scrambled egg. He then went to making about the pancake mix, huffing loudly.
He sat awkwardly, playing with his fingers silently. Okay, so this was not going as planned. But on the bright side, the government hadn't gotten him. But where they still okay?
Manni turned and once the mix was done, dipped it delicately into a pan for three pancakes. The villian sighed into the quiet of the house, shaking his head.
"Honestly what were you thinking?"
"It wasn't like I was looking for cops!" He defended, looking up. "How was I supposed to know they'd be on my way home?"
"You are so stupid," Manni whispered, shaking his head. "You should expect them to be there. You're a kid. You'll want to go home, and they knew that. You should actually try and think."
"They don't know my identity." He said, arms crossed. "And I'm twenty two! I'm not a kid!"
"You act like one," Manni snapped back fiercely, shaking his head. "Twenty-two. Running around town when you're one of the most wanted men on the face of the earth?"
"But what if-" He stuttered a bit, falling silent.
"What if what?" Manni asked with a slight snarl in his voice.
"Nothing." He muttered, shaking his head. "It was stupid, okay?"
"Like you?" Manni spat out, raising his eyebrows. "I already deal with it, tell me."
"It's personal." He murmured quietly
Manni grunted and turned to flip his pancake. "Right, whatever." Back to awkward silence.