Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike.
He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.
“Oh… uh, thank you?”
“Oh, shit. You’re not Sheldon.” Wayne says as he walks up to Syx and stares down at him, blinking, a triple scoop icecream in each hand.
The man looked disappointed for a second before grinning and handing the blue man one of the iced treats anyway.
“Ah man, and here I thought you were my boyfriend dressin’ up for me. Oh well.” Wayne laughs and looks over the bike with a low whistle.“Niiice. I’m Wayne by the way.” He had a feeling this blue man might already know that, but who knew?
“Your boyfriend?” Syx colored slightly but took the ice cream cone, it was a flavor he liked and he was willing to suffer the dairy intolerance issues for it now that it was presented to him.
“How many versions of us are hooked up?” he muttered under his breath as he shook his head, “So boyfriend. You’re not Harrison’s, so who’s are you then?”
“And of course it’s nice, I built it myself,” Syx raised his chin proudly as Wayne admired his bike.
“Oh, huh… I dunno. The only ones i’m aware of is Harrison and I. You’ve got a Wayne on your arm too, huh?” He asks, smiling happily at that and walking around the bike.
“I’m Sheldon’s. Sheldon Scott. I’m guessing if you’ve met Harrison he’s mentioned him at some point.” Wayne says, hand running over the bike seat as he travels around it.
Syx narrowed his eyes at the audacity of the man to feel he could touch his bike like that.
“Yes Harrison mentioned Sheldon. He’s a Scott like you,” he said snottily, but even as he did he questioned himself. This Wayne didn’t have the mannerisms he was used to. Mussed up hair, calm and laid back, simple clothing, and… assertive… Syx bit his lip, “Hands off the bike.”
“Me? A Scott? Hah, get real!” Wayne snorts and stops touching the bike when he was told hands off, and comes back around with his hand in his pocket, looking down at Syx with a smirk and taking a lick of his icecream.
“ The only way i’d become a Scott is if I married Sheldon and took his last name, and even then… Still not an appealing thing to be called in my opinion.” Nothing against Sheldon. Everything against his family.
Syx opened his mouth then snapped it shut with a slight blush, busying himself with his ice cream to give himself a moment. This Wayne was just so different. The fact that he seemed to dislike the Scotts as well was so… refreshing, “So Wayne what, then muscle head?”
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