Blind Date (Bentley / Korra meme response) @ 02:06 pm
wiz_kid:
There could definitely be worse ways to kill some hours in Toronto. Bentley had gotten in touch with Andrea's boyfriend in preparation for his Nefarious Plans, and small-talk had lead to the mention that he was going to spend a little vacation time in Toronto along the way. That had lead to discussion of Alpha Flight, and her royal cousin-neess.
Bentley drummed his fingers impatiently on the table, sipping his coffee. He'd thought the whole blind date thing would be fun, but the past week of refusing to google his date had been nerve-wracking. It wasn't as if he didn't have the guts to just walk of if it went badly, but come on! She's a princess! One of Namor's daughters! He's a big fan of Namor, what with the imperious entrances, the raw power, and the occasional massive assaults on Manhattan. He was a regular in Bentley's fantasy supervillain leagues. But what was she like? Daddy's Little Hellion? Princessy like her actual title? Teen rebel? He was very curious.
Covering his bases, he'd brought a single flower, and a small box of chocolate. Just something light and charming. Because being an evil genius doesn't mean you can't be a classy bro.
He looked at the clock. Three minutes to go.
There could definitely be worse ways to kill some hours in Toronto. Bentley had gotten in touch with Andrea's boyfriend in preparation for his Nefarious Plans, and small-talk had lead to the mention that he was going to spend a little vacation time in Toronto along the way. That had lead to discussion of Alpha Flight, and her royal cousin-neess.
Bentley drummed his fingers impatiently on the table, sipping his coffee. He'd thought the whole blind date thing would be fun, but the past week of refusing to google his date had been nerve-wracking. It wasn't as if he didn't have the guts to just walk of if it went badly, but come on! She's a princess! One of Namor's daughters! He's a big fan of Namor, what with the imperious entrances, the raw power, and the occasional massive assaults on Manhattan. He was a regular in Bentley's fantasy supervillain leagues. But what was she like? Daddy's Little Hellion? Princessy like her actual title? Teen rebel? He was very curious.
Covering his bases, he'd brought a single flower, and a small box of chocolate. Just something light and charming. Because being an evil genius doesn't mean you can't be a classy bro.
He looked at the clock. Three minutes to go.
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