murrlin replied to your post: lets talk im so bored
lets talk bout randal face.
Randall held Mike close, his 4 arms wrapped around the cyclops’ round, green body. “You better be sure about this Wazowski, because we’re not going to get caught again, you hear me?” He growled with a low pitch, hushing his voice to a whisper, leaning into Mike who gave a smug look. “Oh come on, lizard boy. We won’t get caught again, you can just blend into the closet walls,” He winked, though it looked more like a blink. Randall gave a silent sigh before smiling and turning his slit eyes towards the little monster. “You know…” He began. “You’re right, we won’t get caught this time, I don’t know why I didn’t think about the disappearing act before,” He gave a short chuckle. Mike couldn’t figure out what the chameleon, lizard monster was thinking but he just smiled and went along with it. They stood in a silence for a few seconds, Randall still grasping Mike; Mike had his two scrawny arms just under Randall’s first set of arms, tightly entwined with each other. Mike wore his Monsters, Inc. working hat, his clipboard dropped on the floor of the closet. It was break time and the two had snuck off together to just spend at least a half hour together. It was really all they had during the day, besides the constant staring at each other during working shifts.
Mike finally spoke, a dopey smile spread across his body. “I must say, Randall Boggs,” He began, starting to rub at Randall’s scales, up and down. “You are quite cute when you hold me like this,” He continued, lowering his eye and keeping his dopey smile. Randall grunted and looked away, somehow trying to cover up the tiny blush that appeared on his face. He knew if he got any more smitten his scales would all turn to a pinkish colour. Mike knew of his camouflage reflex and decided to push him further. “Come closer,” Mike whispered, Randall grunting again before moving eyes to eye level with the little cyclops. Mike continued to stare at Randall lovingly, even though the lizard was by far from the romantic and blush type. He was even more distant when it came to gay relationships, but Mike knew deep down his mate was enjoying it. Mike moved one hand up to run it over Randall’s frills, flattening them as he caressed his hand down. “Mike…” Randall said shakily, trying not to flame a pink colour. It wasn’t usual Randall called Mike by his first name; usually it was when he was being very serious or trying to prove he was going to say something important. “You know how much I like that,” Randall hissed, his cut tongue hanging out like a snake. Mike chuckled. “I know,” He whispered, bringing Randall’s face right up against him. Randall’s surprised face turned to a smile as he wrapped his arms around Wazowski more, tightening his grip. “I didn’t realize you were so huggable,” Randall commented. “Oh you’re just getting to know Mike Wazowski,” Mike joked, feeling Randall’s body moving with his breathing pattern. They stayed in that position, nearly mouth to mouth, wrapped together, their eyes closed and just listening to their heartbeat and breathing. “I really do love you Mike, even if I don’t show it,” Randall gave a toothy smile, Mike blushing wildly. Suddenly the bell rang; It was back to work for the monsters. Mike gave a little sigh and picked up his clipboard. “I’ll see you on the scare floor,” He said, opening the closet. Randall blended into the closet and slithered out, making Mike look like he was the only one. Sulley was there, near the closet. “What on earth were you doing in there for half an hour?” The fuzzy monster crossed his arms, Mike’s jaw dropping. “It was hard to find the mop, ok?” Was the best excuse he could come up with. Sulley found a hundred things wrong with the explanation but shrugged it off as they headed towards the scare floor. Randall reappeared on the other side of the room, trying to play it cool and divert any suspicious eyes from him, although it was proving difficult due to him being a wild pink colour.