If there was one thing Bradley James was convinced of, it was his own invincibility, ingenuity and immunity to reason. Which was actually three things, but Bradley had a way of making Colin forget his own name sometimes, so malfunctioning counting skills were kind of par for the course.
"I don't think this is a good idea," said Colin, as he followed Bradley down the hotel corridor towards the lift.
"Of course you don't; that's why you're the sidekick," Bradley threw over his shoulder, punching the down button several times in succession because he was one of those people who thought insistent pushing made things go faster.
Colin rolled his eyes as they stepped into the lift, but cleverly kept his mouth shut, as the last time they'd had this conversation, Bradley had pointed out all the myriad ways in which Colin wasn't suited for superheroing -- musculature (lack thereof), recognisability ("Let's face it, Colin, those ears could direct air traffic"), and the fact that Bradley was just more awesome in every way ("I'm sheer delight, Colin. Were you aware?"). He'd then allowed Colin to be Aquaman if he wanted, but Colin did not want.
The lift doors opened with a polite 'ding!' upon arrival at the lobby, where Bradley made a beeline for the front desk, while Colin lagged behind and stood guard. He didn't really have to; everyone else was working while he and Bradley had a rare afternoon off and were using it for completely educational and constructive activities, like breaking and entering, with a side of fraud.
"Je suis on the third floor," Bradley said, sprawling over the counter, and Colin tried to blend in with the wallpaper while Bradley did his best to convince the receptionist that he'd lost his keycard, and no, clearly their records were wrong, because there was no Angel Coulby in room 310, that was Bradley's room and he needed a new key to it right away, s'il vous plait.
There was a lot of gesturing going on and irreparable damage done to the French language, but eventually Bradley returned, flush with success but trying to keep it on the down low until they got back upstairs, at which point Bradley burst into a loud giggle.
"God, I didn't think that would work," he said, admiring the keycard. "Admit it, Morgan, I'm brilliant."
Colin looked at Bradley, colour high on his cheeks and the golden fringe dusting across his eyes but still letting the sparkle of joy and mischief shine bright. Colin smiled. "You're brilliant," he said softly.
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Date: 2009-06-12 12:37 pm (UTC)"I don't think this is a good idea," said Colin, as he followed Bradley down the hotel corridor towards the lift.
"Of course you don't; that's why you're the sidekick," Bradley threw over his shoulder, punching the down button several times in succession because he was one of those people who thought insistent pushing made things go faster.
Colin rolled his eyes as they stepped into the lift, but cleverly kept his mouth shut, as the last time they'd had this conversation, Bradley had pointed out all the myriad ways in which Colin wasn't suited for superheroing -- musculature (lack thereof), recognisability ("Let's face it, Colin, those ears could direct air traffic"), and the fact that Bradley was just more awesome in every way ("I'm sheer delight, Colin. Were you aware?"). He'd then allowed Colin to be Aquaman if he wanted, but Colin did not want.
The lift doors opened with a polite 'ding!' upon arrival at the lobby, where Bradley made a beeline for the front desk, while Colin lagged behind and stood guard. He didn't really have to; everyone else was working while he and Bradley had a rare afternoon off and were using it for completely educational and constructive activities, like breaking and entering, with a side of fraud.
"Je suis on the third floor," Bradley said, sprawling over the counter, and Colin tried to blend in with the wallpaper while Bradley did his best to convince the receptionist that he'd lost his keycard, and no, clearly their records were wrong, because there was no Angel Coulby in room 310, that was Bradley's room and he needed a new key to it right away, s'il vous plait.
There was a lot of gesturing going on and irreparable damage done to the French language, but eventually Bradley returned, flush with success but trying to keep it on the down low until they got back upstairs, at which point Bradley burst into a loud giggle.
"God, I didn't think that would work," he said, admiring the keycard. "Admit it, Morgan, I'm brilliant."
Colin looked at Bradley, colour high on his cheeks and the golden fringe dusting across his eyes but still letting the sparkle of joy and mischief shine bright. Colin smiled. "You're brilliant," he said softly.
(Hope that helped a little! *hugs*)