#m4a script

Y/N aka Reader aka Listener (idk) walks in on Eagleator removing his shirt

(script begins with Eagleator muttering to himself, doing laundry)

Hmm….let’s see here……..

(He pauses after three seconds, before taking a sniff, before exhaling deeply)

Mi camisa huele mal…

(Eagleator, without hesitation, takes off his shirt, realizing it needs to be washed. No later than one second after he takes off his shirt, Y/N opens the door, capturing Eagleator’s attention)

…Huh?

Oh… it’s you.

…I, uhh… was in the middle of doin’ my laundry.

Yeah, the boring crap, heh… even tough guys gotta do borin’ things…

…Ya shocked to hear me say that?

I mean, it’s true…it’s part of life, doin’ these crappy chores…and…

…

…You okay?

You…you’re lookin’ a little red, are you…

(Eagleator stops, noticing his muscles are now on full display, which he believes is why Y/N appears flustered)

Ahhh.

So…. I’d put my shirt back on, but I take it that it’d be inconvenient to you, huh.

…Besides, I’ve worn this shirt for well over three years, it’s gotta stink by now.

…And it’s the only one I own.

Because…. y’know… cartoon logic, wearin’ the same crap every day.

I don’t really need this, it means nothing anyway, ahahahaha…..

(Eagleator throws away his shirt in an unknown direction.)

Wait, hang on….

Are you…..

(He sighs)

You’re looking at my pecs, aren’t you.

My big, beautiful pecs…

Heh, guess I never needed a shirt to begin with.

Aaaaaaaaaaand you’re sweating now…

Heh, I guess that makes the both of us, I… I had a really hard, long workout today.

Even had that same, smelly shirt on…

I should start wearin’ a different shirt. I dunno…

or maybe…I should wear no shirt at all, man…

…I take it you like the sound of that, huh.

Well, I do hope you’re enjoyin’ the view.

(Long pause as Eagleator sets aside the laundry he was about to wash and focuses on relaxing)

…Hmmm?

You mean to say you… you think I look better without a shirt?

*chuckle* Well, well. Thanks for being a fan.

I’ll let you stay just for once.

But next time, knock.

You know… it’s not often anyone sees me like this.

No shirt… no shoes… it’s all service.

The closest anyone would see me like this up until now *voice grows cold* would be when they saw that… asshole, Hawkodile…..! …Walkin’ around, thinkin’ he’s the strongest there ever was…..

But… *now in almost enthralling tone of voice* you know something… I’m feelin’ rather generous.

He can keep his shades… because I now have something he’s gonna wish he had.

(He emits soft grunting noises as he flexes his muscles.)

Now I know you’re trying hard not to stare, but…

…I mean, who could resist?

Who could resist admiring these gorgeous pecs?

I know Hawkodile wishes he had pecs like mine.

He just wishes...

Lucky for you, he's not here. If he were, then he'd be ruinin' our time together... and believe me, you wouldn't want that.

You know, maybe you're right.

Maybe I do look better this way... don't I?

My muscles on full display for everyone to see... with no need to cover up...

I should dress like this more often... that way more people will give me their undivided attention.

That should make Hawkodile jealous. *chuckles*

You're free to stay here for as long as you want. I don't mind.