001. video; un: hero.

[sanator]

[Cut to an open video feed which shows the living area of an apartment in one of Cadelle's residential buildings. At first there's no-one to be seen, however there is something to be heard- the obnoxiously loud and catchy tune of a particular song. Within a couple of moments young Thom Creed can be seen in a pair of briefs, white socks and a casual t-shirt a la Risky Business.

The average ordinary gay teen superhero has a broom in one hand which is being used in equal parts to sweep the floor of his apartment and also as a microphone. With Thom himself lip syncing along, not a care in the world as he throws his body around the apartment in the closest approximation you might find to dancing for a boy who'd never so much as been in a club before.

Thom was lucky to get the song to play, as inept as he was on a technological level. He was not lucky though if you considered the fact he'd managed to set the video feed to broadcast in the process, showing the entirety of Cadelle his tighty-whities and his impressive entertaining skillset.]

Comments

[depressiveoptimist]

Totally. Trust me, there are way worse things. This is minor.

[sanator]

That's pretty easy to say when you're not the one who just did... this. [Let's not even put it into words.]

[depressiveoptimist]

Sure but...there are a lot of other things about me that I know are worse, trust me.

[sanator]

Maybe you're right, but I can't just like... figure out how to give everyone amnesia or anything, can I?

[depressiveoptimist]

No, but if they won't forgive you one embarrassing thing, they probably aren't worth knowing.

[sanator]

That's true... maybe I should just wait until someone else does something more embarrassing and everyone forgets about me.

[depressiveoptimist]

That might work--but if you do, I just hope I'm not the one who does the embarrassing thing.

[sanator]

I mean I'd say I hope you're not either, but if you do a lot of embarrassing stuff already I'll just count myself lucky... [He grins though, feeling a lot less embarrassed.]

[depressiveoptimist]

Honestly? I don't think I do--but I'm sure someone else will, eventually.

But really you're fine.

My name's Kieren, by the way.

[sanator]

[Thom's spirits seem thoroughly lifted now at least.] That's good to know, then... talk about starting things off on the wrong foot. I'm Thom, Thom Creed. [He was learning to say his full name without flinching here, being Thom Creed without the shadow of Hal Creed and the Wilson tower disaster looming over him. Not that he ever let himself be cowed with the shame of it before.]

[depressiveoptimist]

Hey, you weren't that bad of a dancer--so it's more the right foot, wrong device. [Hahaha bad joke.]

Happy to meet you, Thom.

[sanator]

[Thom just frowns a little at that, mostly because the joke went way over his head and to him it seemed like the actual joke might be the idea that he was a good dancer.] I don't think you've seen enough people dancing... but its nice to meet you too.

[depressiveoptimist]

Or maybe I'm just trying to make you feel better.