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Tenna was upset. The wide expanse was so goddamn lonely and his vacuum-sealed mimosa carafe had just run dry. He stared off at a far-off nebulae and pondered its reds and pearly whites, its speckled stars and cheeky swirls.
"That goddamn disk jockey," he muttered sourly, snapping his fingers and sending away the flattened bag. "I have *got* to find something to take my mind off him."
He could, of course, bend the fabric of time and space to get that man's face in slapping distance whenever he wanted, but where was the fun in that? Being as powerful as a multiuniversal god, you had to make your own rules or things would just end up getting boring.
Tenna had to set limits for himself. He knew the type of man he was when he didn't and while he certainly enjoyed the rush of being something near *all powerful* he didn't like how detached it made him from everyone else. What was that saying?
"When you become untouchable you're unable to touch"? It sounded right. He didn't miss those days. All consuming power got old quickly when there was no one on your level to share it with.
But another mimosa wasn't on that (admittedly short) list of things he wouldn't allow himself. With an embellished snap of his fingers, that he really didn't need to do and was more there because it was less strange that just magicking things out of thin air, he summoned another vacuum sealed pack into his hand. He couldn't believe how much he was letting this guy get to him.
It was almost like he was the gayest man HE knew. Haunted by the images of that stupid laugh and grin- Sure all power was boring but... It contributed to his ego, and his ego was pissed off that a simple Addison was driving him wild. An Addison that haddent been here in several Earth years.
He ran his finger along the plastic, tapping his foot in irritation. He needed to find company. That's it, that would help. ...If he could find someone in his vast universe that didn't know him already.
...Unless. He caved to the craving of traveling beyond, to other realities. The only thing that held him back was seeing the lesser, lazy versions of himself about, with an ego matching his own. Yuck.
He took down the drink easily, so small compared to himself, and teleported off to use that rare technology he'd been developing. Its time to give it a better test run than dummies.
The room was, fortunately, unoccupied. No one besides him should be here anyways. Not unless Tenna gave explicit permission for another individual to be here. Despite this room being so far away from the rest of the galaxy, and the fact very few even *knew* this place existed, a small part of Tenna couldn't help but check. Make sure there really *were* no prying eyes of any kind.
Once that paranoid voice was satisfied, he scrambled towards a boxy shape that occupied this rooms main table. It was a deep blue cover akin to a silver platter, with a golden knob up top to grasp. Besides this was a set of tools and small technical pieces scattered around.
Tenna approached the set up as if there was a nearby creature who would skitter away at any slight movement. The handling of the cover was even more delicate, like it would shatter if he was too rough. His screen had a soft glow to it, a look of awe as he lifted it up and placed it to the side.
What he had here seemed to have a deep metallic purple outer covering, and an off-white cap. It a
was a set of strange binoculars. Why binoculars, you ask? Well... Tenna didn't really have a reason for those to be in his room. He is an all powerful deity - he doesn't need such trivial objects to see into every corner of the universe! But still he used them, occasionally. The object gave him the illusion that he was just an observant - the safety of knowing no one could possibly sense the presence of his gaze.
Tenna traced the edge of the off white lens cap, gently lifting it off and setting it aside. With this nifty little tool he could peek into any corner of his universe... And beyond, of course. He had been hesitant in using the device to spy on other universes - but... Would it really hurt to take a peek? something to keep him entertained, occupied.
He steels his nerves and takes a deep breath, feeling excitement bubble up in his chassis already. The thrill of being the one to observe others instead of being the one seen was something Tenna could never tire of.
He brings the binoculars up to his face - to the spot where his eyes would theoretically be, and demands the image of a faraway world to appear at the other end of the lens.
What appeared was a beautiful, serene mountain landscape. A forest surrounded jagged gray peaks, with a beautiful castle looking down above all the rest. The sky was a gorgeous lavender - not as luxurious as his own night sky, but scenic. Pretty.
He zoomed in closer, looking at the castle. On the balcony stood a figure dressed in purple. Nice. Purple was a beautiful colour. Tenna's favourite colour. Of all the colours in the Universe, it striked his fancy the most.
The figure's coat was covered with gorgeous gold embroidery - tons of it - sparkling like the night sky. And his outfit was adorned with ruffles, and lace, and - were those heels? Oh, those were heels! They looked so STYLISH. Tenna glanced up those stockinged legs, those toned thighs, glancing over that covered cock in those tight cloth pants. Mmm. He coudl always - no, he didn't need to fathom them away right now, he didn't even know this fellow's name.
He glanced up, seeing a scowling face with a prominent nose. Cosmos, such a prominent nose... it reminded him of a nose that belonged to someone he used to know. Someone who used to fuck with his feelings. Someone he used to fuck.
The fellow even had a ridiculous hairstyle. It was white and fluffed back from his face, and the back looked almost like feathers. Was that a velvet ribbon tying it back from his face? Oh angel this fellow was stylish. The style reminded him of Spamton's old mullet.
That was it. He NEEDED to see this man for himself, in the flesh. Tenna teleported, with a bit of pomp. He appeared with a great deal of sparkles - lavender - and materialized on the balcony.
He was hit with the scent of lilac.
"Ugh!" an exaggerated sound came from the man's lips. "Who are you?" He spoke with immense disdain.
Man, this guy was gay as fuck. Tenna wanted to drop everything and kiss him. But that would be rude. "I'm the King of my own Universe." Tenna grinned, cocking his hip.
"A king, eh?" The flambouyant, fashionable man stroked his chin. "I think we should get better acquainted. I'm Preminger." He did a deep, graceful bow.
Tenna used his magical vision to be able to see from the opposite side without moving his material head, taking in the site of Preminger's bent over backside. He was lean and muscular, but not as thicc as Spamton had been. That was a shame. Other than that, this man reminded him a lot of Spamton, right down to wearing WAYYYY too much jewelry. Heaven, he missed Spamton's fat ass!
Nova will admit the purple was a lovely shade against that pure white hair. Hair he wanted to pull free from it's holder and run his fingers through. Would the man, Preminger, enjoy that?