#m!manny

Fire! At the bank! And who is stopping it!?  El Tigre! ...Well, not exactly. It was actually more that the Rivera had actively caused the fire, in his bid to escape the premises with phat loot.  Hey, he’d been forced to act as a goody-two-shoes for months! His evil side needed expression after all this time! It wasn’t like everyone inside wasn’t already safely elsewhere, anyway. He was acting as a villain, not a murderer. He slipped away in the commotion, thankful that the training he’d undergone as a superhero was also useful to him as a supervillain. Transforming back into his regular, nonpowered self, the teenager hoisted the satchel on his back and started whistling casually as he walked away down a side alley...

"That’s stupid, no way!" Manny’s immediate response is. "It ain’t gonna happen—this I swear!”Sure, whatever dumbass.

"FRIDA!" the boy yells back. He jumps off the couch, shoving the donkey off of himself with a single push.A huge grin’s on his face too. Can’t forget that.

Manny points his finger at the supervillain. “An’ why should I trust you!?” he demands.

His frown turns into a pout. If he were El Tigre, his ears would have flatted against his head."Seriously dude? Pet human?” Manny whines, before rolling his eyes. He lets go of Che’s hands. It isn’t enough for him to pick a fight over. “Uuuuugh. How the heck’s that supposed to even work?”

“What?!”

Manny frowns at him. Hmph! “Nuh-uh!” he says, right before the zombie boy reaches out."Hey—!" Manny says as Che touches him, mostly in irritation. His cheeks, Che would find, would have been highly squishable; the faces he made slightly ridiculous."I ain’t nobody’s kitty cat!" was his immediate answer. Manny then made an attempt to get Che’s hands off his face.