𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

06 - [JM] Toyetic

T O Y E T I C
adjective [taw-yet-ik]

Having merchandising potential or the quality of being marketable as a toy.

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"He's alright, he was so energetic yesterday which made me quite surprised actually, not that he isn't like it normally," You told your friend over the phone, while you placed with your hair, "I'm happy when I see him happy."

"Well at least he's expressive, unlike Bill who shows his happiness when he buys things," [y/f/n] said, "And it's mostly gardening things!"

"Bill loves his gardening."

"Yeah but you know, a little... affection doesn't hurt from time to time. I'm competing with plants, for crying out loud!" She continued and you laughed.

"Sorry [y/f/n] but I will probably have luxury of a good time since my hubby's feeling like it!"

"Ooh stop making me feel envious. It's my hard luck that you-"

THUD!

You sat up straight on your bed and looked at the open room door. Someone had just slammed the hosue door shut with force. You remained completely still for a few moments as your friend continued to speak on the phone.

"[y/n] what's wrong?"

THUMP! CLANG!

"Um... [y/f/n] I'll call you later. I think James is home," You whispered all of a sudden then ended the call. You wore your slippers then walked out of the bedroom with caution.

Once you came to the end of the apartment corridor you crossed your arms and gulped. You spotted him in the kitchen, furiously grabbing a beer and gulping it down.

"Hey honey," You greeted with hesitation and he hummed an answer. You entered the kitchen and went over to hug him from behind, "What's wrong? You okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? What about meeting your friend?"

"Oh that went brilliant! I was so happy and I had such a good time with him. We had drinks and talked about the old days like you would BUT NO!" He exclaimed and pulled away from your hold, "I went over to the post because I thought the package would be there from Fox Studios-"

"And it wasn't?"

James started to laugh sarcastically, "NO it was there! But it ruined my mood and my happiness!"

He was so close to throwing the bottle in his hand, you were terrified. He kicked the couch with his foot and you jerked in fright.

"James, calm down okay?"

"No I can't CALM DOWN! Those... ARSES have ruined it!"

You rolled your eyes then walked over to the small white package that had been opened before. You read the label that was assessed to your P.O. box and to James, from Fox Studios, like he said.

You looked back at him and he had a completely blank expression. "Open it, you'll see what I'm talking about!" He rubbed his face then leaned on the table beside you.

You opened the flaps of the box and under packing foam was another box but this one was commercially packed for kids as it seems.

"It's a toy?" You took the action figure out of the box and stared at it, "Jamie this is great! Why are you so-"

He snatched it from you then held it up to your face, "Look at me! IT'S HORRIFYING! It's like I've got plastic surgery cause I'm almost seventy-years old."

You giggled, "Well it is made of plastic sweetheart..."

He sighed loudly then threw it to you, "It looks like a mess. I don't have a nose like that AND they added these streaks of white to my hair!"

"It's the glow from the light James, your hair shines when you're illuminated," You explained and he held his temples.

"I have to send them a reply, this is unacceptable-"

"JAMES!" You yelled and he looked to you with fright, it surprised you as well. You took a deep breath and sighed, "Why are you stressing over this? It looks perfectly okay! It's a toy, it's supposed to look a little fake. Kids aren't going to care much."

You held the action figure up to his face and smiled, "See? It's a mini you, that's so cool!"

He furrowed his eyebrows, poking at you flatly then grabbed it from your grasp, "Oh the looks of it isn't the best part love..."

He chuckles mockingly then pressed a button on the toy's back, making the-

SWISH! TAP!

The hair on top of Charles Xavier flew across the room and landed by the window. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.

"James..."

"DON'T 'James' me," He huffed then threw himself onto the couch after throwing the toy into its box. You picked up the hair-bullet then chuckled.

"Come on Jamie..." You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind then kissed his cheek, "I hate seeing you like this."

"And I hate thinking about that... abomination!"

You laughed, "Okay sure the concept of Charles going bald by shooting his hair at his enemies is rather hilarious but, come one at least you have a toy version of you! Some kid could come up to you, maybe even your kid and say 'Look my daddy has a toy and he's a superhero!'."

"I'm not a real superhero."

You punched his arm and he groaned in pain. "Now you're starting to annoy me," You mumbled and handed him the hair-bullet. You walked away from him then headed for the kitchen.

"Dinner will be ready in ten," You informed with a monotone and he ran a hand through his hair. James walked over to the kitchen bar and sat on a stool.

"I'm sorry love. I was looking forward to the package from the studios and when I saw that it was a toy I got a bit saddened then looking at it..." He laughed and rested his chin on his hand, "It's revolting!"

You leaned over the bar and reached out to hold his hands. "Don't let stuff like this anger you okay?" You smiled and kissed him on the lips, "Before you barged in..."

"Sorry about that," He smiled nervously and you raised your brows.

"I was actually talking to [y/f/n] about how cheerful you are all the time. She was so jealous," You said and he grinned.

"So I'm better than Billy at something at least!"

"You're better at a lot of things," You bit your lip then licked them and he squinted his eyes, "Finish dinner quickly so that I can give you a surprise."

"Oh really? And what would that be?" He watched you lustfully.

"You'll see," You winked at him then walked walked over to the refrigerator to pour yourself a glass of iced tea.