capeandcowllogs | you have a way of moving me

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you have a way of moving me

WHO: ELECTRO, MAX GIBSON, and APRIL LUDGATE
WHERE: Outside/around City Hall ➟ maybe April & Max's place? WE'LL SEE.
WHEN: Thursday afternoon/evening let's say.
WARNINGS: Massive amounts of awkward.
SUMMARY: The boyfriend meets the roommate. They are both named Max.
FORMAT: Whatever!

Adjusting to the whole thing took was taking him a little while, but one good thing about Electro's age was that he had enough experience with relationships -- however short-lived most of them had been -- to remember what differently to do than with more casual affairs. April so far hadn't been exactly high-maintenance, so that helped matters some. Still, waiting around outside City Hall for her to get off work some days still felt weird and unsettling to him, in part because he was so out of routine of having someone to wait for and in part because usually when he was at City Hall, he was smashing things or shorting them out.

But then, it wasn't as if he'd hadn't gotten used to playing nicer lately anyway. At least he was getting good use out of his new motorcycle.

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[ It didn't take her long upon moving in with April to realize that she had a boyfriend, and that she vaguely recognized him from the network, and that further investigation revealed that he'd totally shorted out City Hall that one time. She sort of avoided him a lot of the time, but today when she came out of City Hall a little earlier than normal and saw him she changed her course and headed over. ]

She'll be late, there's something with the raccoons and martinis going on. Not clear on the details. [ It was just the polite thing to do. ]

Are you fucking kidding me? [ It was his instinctive response -- those fucking raccoons again -- but when he turned to see who was actually talking he stood a little straighter, trying to look less surly. Roommates talked about stuff. ]

Er-- I mean, right. Naturally. Had I known I'd be waiting I'd have at least brought some coffee.

I wasn't, funnily enough. [ But hey, thanks for making her smile, that was kind of funny. There are times she has a bad sense of humor. ]

Are you giving her a ride home?

[ He nods, his foot leaning slightly against the wheel of his bike. ]

That was the plan. Assuming she doesn't take hours in there.

[ He's still a little scowly. ]

You two live together, right?

You can always text her and see. She probably has her phone on her.

[ She kind of settles into her stance, as if to make it clear she's not really going anywhere. ]

We do, yeah. You guys are dating?

I could, but I don't really like-- [ He sighs and pulls his phone out of his jacket pocket; there's some sparking and static just on contact, even though he's wearing his gloves. ]

I'll just wait. [ For now. His foot nudges the bike again uncomfortably, his brows furrowing slightly. ] Yeah. I guess we are.

[ Eyeing that a little bit, surprised. ] I could text her for you.

[ And oh goodie because while she may not have questions about protecting April's honor she is kind of wondering why she's dating that guy who blew out City Hall's fuses. ] How'd that even happen? I thought you didn't like City Hall

[ He raises an eyebrow (or rather, what would be an eyebrow if he had eyebrows, but details, details). ]

If you want. I don't got anywhere to be right away. [ Or at all. He puts his hands back in his pockets, trying not to feel self-conscious. ] And I don't. But it's not like she's the Mayor or something, she doesn't do anything significant.

[ He doesn't... mean that in the way it sounds, necessarily. Politically significant!! ]

[ she pulls out her phone and sends a quick text, listening to him the whole time because she's just - she's curious, okay, and also this is just weird. ]

What every girl loves to hear, totally.

[ He crosses his arms and exhales in frustration. ]

You know what I mean. She's not what I got a problem with up there.

[ yeah, fine, she does sort of know what he means. ]

Yeah, I know what you mean. Does that mean our electricity's safe for a little while at least?

[ He smirks a little. ]

Yeah. Well, a statement's not as powerful the second time around anyway.

Whatever the reason, that's good to know.

[ Watching a little consideringly. ] How'd you guys even meet?

At City Hall.

[ Another smirk; he shrugs mildly, thinking about it. ]

It just sort of happened, I don't know. We're still kind of messing around.

Huh. [ it is April, and really this is the sort of thing she should have expected. ]

Well, I think traditional well wishes are like, I hope you make her very happy, but this is April.

And I hope we don't ever keep you up at night. Can't really make no promises.

[ Welp. Charming fellow. ]

You don't need a ride too, do you?

[ Checking her phone again and rolling her eyes just a little bit, whether at the text or him unsure. Or just both. It's both, really. ]

You don't.

And April says she'll be about an hour and to wait for her at the house, so if you don't mind that would be great.

An hour? [ Squints. He sighs, standing up straight and putting his hands on the handlebars of the bike. ]

Sure, I can go. What's there to mind? She has raccoon business to attend to.

[ Well, suddenly she just realized that if she actually takes him up on getting a lift home this is going to be slightly awkward. Still. Well. ]

Yeah, of course. [ She'll just - get on behind him on the motorcycle, then, right. ] Thanks.

No problem. As long as I'm headed in that direction, doesn't matter whose chauffeur I'm being.

[ Er. Yes, this is slightly awkward. But not devastatingly so (for him, at least). ]

Just hold on, this thing goes pretty fast.

[ Because he can supe it up with his powers. 8| ]

[ At least April's not the type to be bothered by this at all. Still. Yeahh. ]

I can handle fast. I like it, actually.

[ The faster the better, really. ]

So do I.

[ He smirks; sorry, Max, he doesn't have a helmet for you or anything but he's a decent driver. And they're off! ]

What do you do at City Hall anyway?

[ she really hopes nobody pulls them over, because that would be a little bit awkward. and she's not going to lean closer into him to be heard, so shouting it is. ]

I work on import native relations! Try to keep them liking us.

[ He would laugh if laughing while driving wasn't kind of awkward and impossible to hear anyway unless he went nuts with it, and hey, he's making... an impression. So he just shouts back: ]

How's that working for you?

Oh, you know!

[ This long pause, because there is literally nothing she can say here that isn't either a really really obvious lie or not so great. ]

Kind of shitty!

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