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Have yourself a… something something…?

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So, this was what Christmas like when you spent it with somebody. It was a… strange feeling. Naturally, Megamind knew what Christmas was. He may be naive about some aspects of human culture due to his alienation from people in general, but he knew what Christmas was. A time for joy, family, happiness, big meals and presents.

Megamind had no family, outside of Minion. Happiness was hard to come across this time of year for him, seeing how it was around now that his family, the rest of them, and his entire race had been wiped off of the galaxy like an oil stain. You just didn’t get the feel of being evil around such a sombre time so, despite the possibilities of a Christmas themed attack, every single year he normally spent it in his lair with his fish.

Minion would cook for him of course. He always did. But both were fairly quiet, barely talking, during the emotionally stressful time.

This year, however, it was different. He had found acceptance, love, a sense of purpose and family in Roxanne Ritchi’s arms and it was something he would never take for granted as long as he lived. Christmas, how exciting it felt now! Scoping the stores for something to buy her, things to decorate the lair and he had even tied some tinsel to Minion’s suit he’d been so giddy.

But now it was Christmas evening; he and Roxanne had been thoroughly spoiled by Minion with a huge meal back at the lair. They had eaten, laughed, watched some old grey and white movie called ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ (A first for him, and Minion, since TV was another thing they avoided during Christmas), and now he found himself sitting in Roxanne’s lofty apartment. They had promised to exchange gifts privately, and Minion had been hesitant but understood his bosses desire to spend more private moments on the big day with the woman.

Megamind drummed his fingers against the gift in his lap, and chewed at his bottom lip. Nerves were not something the ex-villain appreciated, and his current clothing didn’t help. He wasn’t in his regular leather, spikes, and spandex or big baby seal leather boots. Minion had knitted him a white and red jumper and, wanting to be nice, had wore it. Skinny leg jeans hugged his skinny legs and simple red converse covered his feet. Even his hands were bare, no gloves, since it was already warm enough in Roxanne’s loft.

Plus he saw no point in wearing his gloves with her today. Which was a big, momentous step. Megamind had worn gloves practically 24/7 since he had turned sixteen and had launched his first assault on the city in an attempt to destroy Metro Man. His gloves represented his distrust in people, how he didn’t want to touch them, to feel them. 

Roxanne was the only exception, now.

“You certainly know how to deek-or-ate, Roxanne!” he complimented as he looked around the lounge.

Christmas meant a lot to the people of Metro City. It was the day they unknowingly got two of the greatest crime fighters the world had ever seen. Even if the latter of the two went down the wrong path for several years. So to celebrate, many people would go all out, stopping at nothing to show their love to not only the holiday, but the man making the city safer to live in. This year was slightly different though. Fewer decorations had been hung up of Metro Man and she could have sworn she saw a flash of Megamind in someone’s abode on her way home. Times were changing, it appeared.

Earlier that week, Roxanne took the time to search for a gift. She would willingly admit to how hard it was. She literally searched the entire city for a gift for him. And Minion of course. But what do you get for someone like him? He’s an inventor. If he really wanted something, he’d probably just make it. Yet somehow, despite that fact, she managed to come up with something for the both of them. An item she felt was perfect for each, or about as close as you could get to perfection. With a great sense of relief and satisfaction, she brought them home, wrapped them up nicely with a bow, and left them beneath her tree.

On this day, Roxanne tried for a more ‘jolly’ look. Along with one of her simple, white button-ups and some black jeans, she slipped on a black, ornament embroidered vest. She looked..a little tacky, but hey. It was Christmas. Megamind would hopefully appreciate the gesture. Her hair was fine, she felt. Though at one point she was tempted to put in a red bow for added flair.

The decor in her home was quite toned down compared to everyone else. While she loved Christmas as much as the next person, Roxanne wasn’t prone to over-doing it. She had a smaller tree filled with one set of lights, a roll of red tinsel, and possibly two dozen ornaments. Knick-knacks had been swapped out for more festive ones on her tables and there was even a little holiday plate with a matching glass near the tree. She didn’t really believe in Santa Claus anymore, but it was a tradition that she at times felt silly for keeping. The smell of pine and baking cookies lingered throughout the room.

“Thanks, decorated it all myself. Go ahead and sit down,” she remarked, gesturing to her loveseat.

“Want something to drink?”