“Do you really think this butt could belong to someone over the age of Thirty?” Cerebrum teased, shaking said body part for emphasis. “Though I could make you see me as something different if old is what you’re into?” He smirked as he reached over to lightly prod the others’ cheek, humming thoughtfully. “Though I often find myself forgetting how young you are- You’ll pass out if you turn any redder, you know.” He tapped his nose, murmuring. “Believe it or not, I have a life outside of these walls and this mask. I wear it for the sake of those I care for- For my mother and my dog, because they would be affected by my actions, I wear the mask. Simple.”
Cerebrum promptly gagged, “I would not- You’re disgusting!” He pouted a little at the other. “Though that IS probably true, I’ve never tried it.” He laughed, “The fun, My dear, Lies in making someone question their very identity- Wonder if they’re really them and watch their sanity fall apart at the seams…. But I do suppose you are more fascinating than any illusion I could cook up.” He laughed, shrugging. “You’re not afraid of me- You’re more frightened of what I can do, correct?”
Cerebrum winced then scowled at him, “You play surprisingly dirty for a man who’s supposed to be the good guy. Fortunately for me- I suppose I won’t be needing them any more.” With that, his fingers trailed over the machine, already feeling his vision fade in and out of existence as his hand found a green knob which would send the freeze ray into gear.
Cailean pushed past his embarrassment, cheeks burning as he stared at Cerebrum’s arse. “Thirty seven… I think.” He pretended to be genuinely interested in the shape, or the way the fabric smoothed over the older boy/man’s rump. He tried not to think at all about how… attractive… it was. For an arse, that was. “I am /not/ into old!! And I expect you to show you me an unedited face. Pimples or eye bags and all.” Slowly turning redder he glared at his villain. “I’m seventeen! That’s not young.. I’m close to leaving school, I’ll have you know!” He huffed, “You have a dog? Animals like you?
The young North Irishman grinned, imagining Cerebrum kissing him - trying to make the image as specific as possible to gross the older of the two out even more. “I’m not disgusting. If I’m really what your mind has imagined up, then you are the disgusting one.” Pursing his lips, he added “What if you’re the crazy one. And all of this is just an illusion. I’m just a figment of your imagination that you’ve created to keep from being lonely…. Though, like I said, I don’t think you could come up with someone as amazing as me.” He winked. “I’m frightened for the people that you get wrapped up into this… I’m n-not afraid for me.”
Cailean winked, “Maybe I’m just a dirty boy. All’s far in love and war, didn’t you know?” He wrinkled his nose, feeling a sneeze coming on. Tilting his head up to look at the sun he sneezed, stumbling back into Cerebrum and the machine.
Cerebrum snorted quietly, ceasing the movement when he noted that his intentions were a success chuckling lightly. “If I were in shape maybe, which I’m not.” The Telepath blinked before bursting into laughter, tilting his head as if curious. “Completely unedited?” He mused for a moment, going over the pros and cons in his head before shrugging. “Fine, but you are not allowed to mock me, alright? And on the topic of old- I think you just indirectly broke the heart of every elderly woman in the city.” The villain chortled, less mocking than slightly fond. “Oh yes, How very adult- I do apologize, from the bottom of my heart.” Cerebrum smiles, the expression hidden by the mask. “Perhaps only her- Jinx is the closest thing I have to a friend in this world, I believe.”
Cerebrum gave another exaggerated gag, swatting at him. “Are you having fun abusing my brain then?!” He most certainly did not pout, and least of all was his face maybe a little bit warmer than it had been a minute ago. “And be quiet- How did we even get to this topic?” Blinking, the Telepath actually paused to mull it over. “That might be just as true as anything else. I am already rather mad so perhaps I’m so totally bonkers that even my hallucinations are making me insane.” he laughed, “True, though, just the same- I am not nearly so creative.” Cerebrum smiled a little, “That selfless attitude may just get you killed someday, Dear.”
“I wasn’t aware this had anything to do with lo-” He cut himself off mid-sentence when his vision returned just in time to avoid being squished under the Superhero, colliding with the machine, and for a brief moment, he had a small hope that perhaps the machine and the five months of work that had gone into it had escaped unharmed.
His hopes were quickly shattered when the thing collapsed into a large pile of dented metal and glass shards.