<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/b/b1/Zheng_Shang-Chi_%28Earth-616%29_from_Shang-Chi_Vol_2_11_001.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Myg Zheng [Ravager] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347243.msg16349087#msg16349087)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Marvels Building Upstate New York City<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Training uniform<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mind Witch |CLOSED<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/>Watching Megan eat reminded him that he didn’t have to be so tentative. They could eat and talk, they weren’t eating at Buckingham palace or anything. He was glad that she wasn’t one of those girls from television that had something small like a salad and tried to be all dainty about it. Being a Marvel burned a lot of calories every day.<br/><br/>Watching the teleprojected illusion of her mother made him chuckle, especially the vocal imitation. “That was really well done.” he commended her. “Doesn’t she get cold sitting on that thing?” he joked. “Good thing I have you here. You can help me practice.” he projected into her mind as he shoved a forkful into his mouth and chewed.<br/><br/>He nodded to her comment about it not being Krakoa. “We get pulled a dozen different ways. I imagine the gravity that island exerts is hard to ignore.” He really didn’t think about brushing her tear away. She was sad, he wanted to comfort her. It was that simple. It was only when she leaned into it that he was happy she didn’t flinch or pull away. He was good at group links; his mother taught him that. Right now, it was just a group of two but he easily accepted her presence.<br/><br/>Just as she opened up to him, he naturally did the same. It felt ..normal with Megan. He smiled when she said she missed him. “I think it would be impossible to say that I didn’t miss you too, especially since you were just in my head and everything.” he easily admitted. He nodded at her criteria. “So, its sounds like we’re going to be inside each other’s heads a lot.” Her mildly lewd insinuation made him laugh out loud. “There are worse fates in the world then being woken up in the middle of the night by a beautiful girl who wants your attention.” he points out.<br/><br/>He shifted his position then just headed over to the couch to be beside her and watch tonight’s event. Part of him was expecting some supervillain to interrupt the proceeding in some explosive way. Her discussion of superhero fashion went from the guy onscreen to herself. He found himself mentally reviewing what she looked like for the places that were ‘too tight’. That could lead down a rabbit hole.<br/><br/>He turned and faced her. “So, you want me to be your White Knight?” he asked. He knew some of it was jokey but these questions had a partially serious air to them too. “I’m good with the title…but we walk side by side.” he states as he catches her thoughts on what his attire should look like. He never liked the idea of following someone. There should be a tactical leader in case of a fight, that made sense—in all other situations, people were equal.<br/><br/>This of course prompted a similar wondering for him on her attire. In his head she displayed a lot less skin than her mother,  definitely her midriff (https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/f/f4/Emma_Frost_%28Earth-41001%29_from_X-Men_The_End_Vol_1_2_0001.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/150?cb=20220715040239) and her costume was still form fitting. He leaned in so they were close “I’m not sure how we will actually run anything.”