Let’s play H E R O E S and V I L L A I N S

                                                 ‘cause I wanna watch you F A L L

” Yeah once.”

  "Your fans have to pay you--my fans randomly give me money for being awesome. I totally win."

Now raise your hand if you've got daddy issues!

" Do you even get paid for these conventions or saving the city?”

  " . . . If how awesome I look counts, then heck yeah, I do. And they gave me real money for an Public Service thing, once !"

             ’    hell if you’re touching my hair ‘

  "Don't be scared, bro-- I mean, it can't get any worse."

” Yeah so where is your mansion?”

  "Probably next to your secret lair and driver's license."

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  "Yeah, uh--try again when you have your own convention."

shezow shezapp

Tambry stood up and turned to face her companion, walking over to clamber inside the pink jet with only the slightest hint of nervousness. “As I’ll ever be.”

How did someone prepare themselves to be seen in public with a superhero, anyway? Going around Norrissville with Randy was different; he was Randy, not the Ninja, and it wasn’t like she ever planned on having too long of a discussion with him while in disguise. Well, not in the daylight, anyway. She still wanted to deface some of those billboards with him at some point, and it was much better to have him ready to swing them to safety than to rely on normal means of escape. Aside from that, she wasn’t used to the idea of going out with a real celebrity, much less one that was so much younger than her. It was honestly a little intimidating, and she hoped they wouldn’t cause too much of a fuss while on their shopping trip.

  "Yeah, yeah, just try not to hurl." A small laugh follows, the hero clambering up into the jet after her and settling into his seat. His first time in theShe-C-10 had had him more than a little nervous, but this time the slight churning in his stomach wasn't due to the altitude.

  The people of his town weren't the...well, they kind of saw what they wanted to; like how they thought a twelve year old boy was actually a middle-aged woman. They were weird and he knew from experience how overwhelming (and cool, for him) it was to have them look up to him and constantly treat him like he was something amazing (and, he totally was). But, how would Tambry react to all of that, especially for an extended amount of time? And could Guy honestly keep up the whole 'girl' charade around her for a few hours here. Gal was the one who never struggled with her fake-voice, the one who  always seemed to remember that she was playing a part and needed to keep it up. For Guy,  it was less acting and more like the suit let him be himself with no judgement. Being in a home-environment wouldn't exactly make it easier on him.

  Whatever. He was Shezow. He could do anything. But, on the shelebrity issue... "If you even hear the name Gideon Gushy, you might wanna make sure you're not doin' any weird stuff or hide or somethin'."

OOPS MY HAND SLIPped

for 8 hours

             ’     obviously. ‘

  "If you want, we could start on your hair--somethin' a little less likely to poke an eye out."

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they'll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.