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April Prompts Day 4 - easter egg
Featuring: Bella and Freddie
Freddie heard a faint whistling from the stairs, matched with a rhythmic tap of someone coming. He groaned, recognising the footsteps. Replacing a vial in its stand he wheeled back on his sleek office chair. To call it an office chair was an understatement. After establishing himself enough resources to be relatively independent he started putting funds to what someone affectionately called his supervillain chair. It had wide armrests for coffee, and a luxuriously tall back for dramatic reveals. It curved at the top, making half an egg and simultaneously a good place to hide when jammed against a wall.
The melody peaked with the footsteps and a slight figure stood shadowed in the doorway.
"So," the voice was melodic, dusty, and feminine, but the word was commanding and perfectly articulated, almost cocky. The lurker had power and they knew it. "You're still working today."
He scoffed, "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because it's a holiday for most people, pipsqueak," they drawled.
"Don't call me that," he squawked. "And I don't need holidays. I have work to do. Villainous projects."
"You know, you're not as intimidating as you think you are," they teased.
"Neither are you," he shot back, "Scarlet Maiden."
Scarlet Maiden, also known as Anabella, frowned and stepped into the light. She wore a white graphic tee, embellished with a small galaxy on it and chunky black jeans, armed with at least half a dozen pockets. She made a small noise of disapproval, "Not with that name I'm not, pipsqueak." She ignored his protests. "The Crimson Programmer however, holds more power. Doesn't it make you shiver?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, "I think you're just a dork."
She swept an arm over his area cluttered with beakers, vials and containers. "Look who's talking! I could shut off 73% of your equipment right now," she threatened.
"And lose such a valuable flow of cash?"
"Please. I've been doing this for years, you're not my only client."
"Maybe, but I have to-"
"Look," Bella interrupted, "we could do this all day. But we both have things to attend to. So here, take this and I'll relieve you of my presence." She walked forward and placed something thumb-sized wrapped in cerulean foil.
"What is it?" He turned it over in his hand and held it up to the light.
Her eyes widened, "Are you serious? Did you even have a childhood?"
Freddie leveled a glare at her. She rolled her eyes in response.
"It's an Easter egg. Considering that's what the Christian world is celebrating up there. It's chocolate."
He wrinkled his nose, "Really? And the purpose of this is…"
"Fun," Bella shrugged. "Kids look for them and then gorge themselves on them. Just enjoy it and don't think too hard about it." She ruffled his hair and strode out, once again ignoring his indignation.
He huffed and stuck out his tongue at her retreating combat boots. Curious, he unwrapped the foiled egg, depositing the foil scraps in a small waste basket. He popped it in his mouth. Average. It was nothing compared to the chocolate his mother used to buy on rare occasions. But then again, German chocolate was a hard standard to match. Still, it was a sweet gesture. He cringed at the unintentional pun, but let a smile grace his lips as he turned back to his work.