“I bought ice cream!”

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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?”

Sheldon couldn’t help the snort that came out, “Six Blue? You got named after a number and a color? Our skin color? Did your parents hate you because I would have changed that first thing.”

Syx clenched his fists, his jaw snapping, “S. Y. X. and Dad had tried but humans can’t really pronounce [Zissyxsus] now can they?” the name he said rolled off his tongue easily, his face flushing as he said his real name. The only thing that was easy to make out of the rolling word was the YX sound in the middle. Thus, he’d been called Syx.

When he heard the name Sheldon froze, eyes wide as he stared at Syx. It had been a very long time since he’d heard his own name spoken. He hadn’t ever used it for himself. Minion had never said it. He barely ever thought of it anymore. His parents had certainly never asked if he’d come with a name. He wasn’t sure how to feel about this new development at all.

[Sissyxzus]?”  Wayne tried to repeat, almost automatically. He had no idea how but the same sounds that Syx had made, some managed to come out of his mouth and his tongue curled around quite easily.

“ That’s your real name?” He asks, looking between Sheldon and Syx, seeing his lover frozen he gently rubs the back of his blue neck.

Syx cringed a bit at the butchering of his name, but was impressed that the man got as close as he did.

Automatically Sheldon corrected the pronunciation in a daze, “[Zissyxsus]” as he just slowly tipped his head at the other blue alien before him. He’d never spoken to any of the others about what they might have been called in their own language, hadn’t ever thought to. The versions of himself were similar but distinctly different. Hearing that name though… made him suddenly question that assumption when it came to this man.

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