I'm a rockstar hey baby I'm a rockstar

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WHO: shattybuns & little red riding roomie and eventually so is this a love triangle or what?
WHERE: Electro's kitchen!
WHEN: the ass crack of dawn
WARNINGS: LOOK AT THE CAST
SUMMARY: Awkward situations made worse (better?) by complete lack of shame!
FORMAT: whateva



The fact that the sun is already peeking out over the horizon and spilling into the kitchen of Electro's place is appalling to Shatterstar, who hasn't gotten up this late in what feels like years, at least.

Not that he's been sleeping for the past hour or so.... And he figures he did just get a pretty good work-out (if he does say so himself), so he can forgive himself the lack morning training routine this one time. And maybe a time or two in the future.

He's making a pot of coffee while wearing just his pants from the night before and the small wristbands that hold his swords in folded space on, so clearly he's got his priorities straight.

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No, no Shatterstar did not have his priorities straight, because there was nothing straight about the sudden home invader -- at least, not as far as Parker Robbins was concerned. It had been a fruitful night for the Hood, especially along his Brooklyn lines. Beating up a few cocky natives was a small price to pay for clenching his fist over his gangland territory once more. Ever since his return to the City (and no, Parker wasn't planning on advertising his comeback), there was something burning in him to keep what he had and make it multiply. Perhaps the reality check that back home presented (a wasteland of his former kingdom) was enough to shake up Parker's ambition once more.

So here he is, the Hood, walking in with the sun. Keying into his own flat. Swooping back his red cloak and striding into the kitchen, his eyes hitting immediately upon the half-naked porn star drinking his coffee.

His. Coffee.

"Well," said Parker once he had his double colts trained on Shatty's head and heart. "That's gotta be the shittiest cat burglar suit I've ever seen. Can't do the hot zipper thing like all the girls, can you?"

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Shatterstar stills immediately in surprise, barely avoiding spilling (Hood's) coffee all over his fingers and the floor.

"My zipper is somewhat shorter, yes," he agrees, probably more thoughtfully than he should, and nearly offers to go and get his tight black shirt with the zipper front from the floor of Electro's bedroom but decides against it in lieu of flicking the blades out of their holder on his mug-free hand.

Sure, it's better safe than sorry, but honestly Shatterstar is just spoiling for a fight about 96% of the time.

"I'm not here to rob you," he tacks on as an afterthought, eyeing the guns but not yet moving towards or away from them.

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"And you're not here to jab pointy things into me either," Parker cleverly retorted, eying the blades as Shatterstar eyed his guns. It was easy to read that this intruder knew how to handle a knife, and with people like Bullseye about (guy could kill you with a sneeze) it wasn't the smartest thing to assume bullets would win every time.

Parker narrowed his eyes, taking note of the weird eloquence his company possessed.

"You think you're funny? Comin' into a guy's home all shirtless. Molesting his coffee pot. You think that's hilarious? Kinda sick joke're playing at here?"

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"Hey, are you still--" Max appeared in the doorway to his room, leaning a little against the wall and wearing only his underpants. It took him a moment to really take in the sight of Parker pointing his guns at Max's company for the evening (and morning), who was pointing blades right back. Holy shit, this could get ugly.

Not to mention the fact that Max had been hoping Shatterstar would leave before Parker came home, because that wasn't something he had even thought about thinking about how he was going to handle it. Not that it mattered anymore.

"Uh. Morning."

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"When I arrived I was wearing a shirt," Shatterstar interjects helpfully, before setting the coffee down and (because he has absolutely no grasp of what sex tends to mean for people, socially) shrugging bluntly. "And I did not come here to molest your coffee pot, just your-" he pauses, clearly trying to gauge what their actual relationship might be and failing enough to not even try naming it, "-Electro."

Yes that's totally not embarrassing, good job Shatty.

He sheathes his weapon and glances between Max and Parker, and for once in his life doesn't suggest that all three of them go for it (if only because he's going to miss his spanish soaps if he waits around too long. Though their is also the fact that Hood seems a bit cross about the whole situation.) "I am Shatterstar." YEP now he's just going to hold out his hand like it ain't no thang.

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"My -- My what!"

Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Parker was looking from Shatterstar to Electro and back again. He cursed himself for not noticing before, for not noticing the second Electro walked into the scene. The smell of sex was nearly palpable.

Parker knew he should say something, to clarify the situation. To enunciate his perspective, and how Electro having man sex in his (his!!) apartment was a clear violation of trust and testosterone. He knew he needed to be level-headed and clear-voiced.

"My what!"

Instead he fired a warning shot in the direction of Shatty's offered hand. It wasn't a hit, but it could have been.

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Deciding that he wasn't going to just shrink back into his room and disappear again -- easy as it would be -- Electro moved away from his door to go for some coffee himself, despite not really wanting any. This was mortifying and he wasn't really sure who was doing a better job of it.

"Don't fire that in here," he said in a surly tone, passing Shatterstar to go into the kitchen. "This is my roommate, Parker," he added awkwardly. He really couldn't meet anyone's eyes this morning so he focused on pouring his coffee carefully.

"Who didn't tell me he'd be here so early."

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Shatterstar's eyebrows inch upwards as he looks at the bullet hole in the floor, but he's not particularly offended by the close call (he hasn't quite figured out where some emotions ought to occur, and considering he has very little learned shame yet, offense one of them.)

Besides, if he had been hit it would have been a good excuse for his first real fight since coming here.

Alas, this appears to be wandering swiftly into sitcom territory instead. Shatterstar knew he should have researched that genre more carefully. "If you are not dating, why is Parker offended?" Alright, so he miiight be aiming to tick the seemingly short-tempered man off by talking about him like he's not there.

Look, his bloodsport boner has gone blue, alright? So clearly nothing that happens is really his fault.

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"Electro!" Parker spat. "What's the fucking point in having aliases if you're not going to damn well use them? Fucking ingrate."

He was not in a good mood. The fact that Shatterstar was blatantly ignoring him now hardly helped to alleviate that building frustrating. The fact that Shatty didn't even flinch when Parker unleashed a bullet was downright infuriating. And the remaining fact that Parker Robbins was in the same room with two nearly nude men for almost ten minutes now was perhaps the most pressing matter on his downward mood.

"I'm offended," he began, speaking through gritted teeth. "Because this is my house. My place. And Electro here violated a billion codes in bro-ethics."

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"Sorry, what the heck does it matter? Besides, it's just your first name, tons of people have it!" Electro sipped his coffee and then crossed his arms over his chest. "This is my place too now, I have the right to bring home whoever I want."

He leaned on the kitchen counter with his elbows.

"If you guys are gonna fight over me, take it outside. Or inside there," he added, gesturing back to his bedroom. It was a careless aside like most of his innuendo was -- a front like most of it was -- but that didn't keep it from being something that had crossed his mind once or twice the previous night. He glanced at Parker. "It ain't a big deal."

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Well, bro-ethics certainly goes right over Shatterstar's head, so decides to pay more attention to Electro's half of the conversation. Again.

From what he can see, Parker isn't bad looking, but he's gratuitously covered up, so it isn't an easy tell. He's angry, though, and that makes him exciting - like it made Ben Grimm. If he can manage to turn this into something real, it'll go from a good morning workout to the best he's had since arriving.

His blades come sliding right back out, and he gives Parker a pointed once-over. Smirks openly, like it's an invitation for him to shoot again. "Well. I have no objections." He casually doesn't specify which of the options he's referring to.

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And it was an invitation to shoot again. This time Parker aimed his warning shot past Shatterstar's left ear. The bullet broke the kitchen window framing the scene. Parker shot a glare at Electro, decidedly less lethal but just as cutting. It was a promised look, the kind that said we'll talk later and meant bad things by it.

"Don't fuck with me, man." He spat at Shatterstar. Perhaps not the choicest of words to say, given the context, but Parker was too riled to soften his speech. "Don't you -- "

And he went invisible.

Only to reappear behind Shatty's ear.

"Fuck. With me."

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"Hey." Electro raised his hands, one of which buzzed bright with warning sparks for a moment to make his point. "I'm serious, don't fight in here! Look--" He moved over toward them, putting his hand on Shatterstar's shoulder and then taking it off again, quickly.

"I was kiddin' anyway." He met Parker's glare then glanced away. He didn't want to talk, not with Shatterstar there anyway, so he stomped away back toward his room, although didn't quite ragequit the situation entirely. He turned back to them, hand on his hip. "I don't gotta explain myself, Parker. I don't want my friends killing each other, either, you know why I invited him over?" Aside from the fact they had already done it once before. As he said it he regretted it. "None of your business, that's why -- I might even invite him over again!"

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Shatterstar leans sharply to the right when Hood shoots; he was willing to risk being shot in the hand, but even his slightly accelerated healing wouldn't take care of a shot to the brain. He straightens when the man disappears, and has to fight the urge to whip around when he's suddenly in a different place.

"Oh, good," he breathes, wild-eyed and alert despite having bed-hair and a half-finished cup of coffee, "I was starting to think those were your only weapons." Yes, he's going to be a snob about melee combat at this extremely inopportune moment.

He does lower his hands when Electro talks again, though. They certainly argue like he and Rictor do... "I would not mind that." Shatty is the worst at arguments.

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"Electro, you fucking slut, you don't take people back to my fucking home." Parker hissed, taking his attention from Shatterstar for just a moment. He didn't realize the irony of overusing 'fucking' in this context. "Because of security reasons, jackass."

Yeah, because of security reasons.

When Shatterstar practically challenged Parker to cough up more tricks, it took the last reservoir of restraint Parker Robbins possessed to stand down. But not before hissing a "Real cute, fuckass," behind Shatty's ear.

He only lowered his weapons, as he stepped back.

"So? What the fuck now?"

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"I dunno. Maybe you should go," Electro muttered, looking at Shatterstar guiltily. "We can talk later when there's not a gun in your face."

He narrowed his eyes in Parker's direction.

"Don't give me that kind of crap, okay? This is my place too and I don't buy that you've never brought anyone back!"

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Shatterstar looks a tad put out over the lost opportunity for a stimulating fight with Electro's short-tempered roommate, but nods easily enough, sparing Parker a glance over his shoulder.

"Alright, I will get my clothes."

He heads past Electro where the poor guy had started retreating towards the bedrooms so he could retrieve his shirt(s) and belts and shoes and things.