Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

never-so-bad:

“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.

The little bot bounced and bobbled and flew back to Syx, the blue alien trailing his fingers over the long ribbons, “I built it, yes.”

Now that he had the man’s attention he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it. This whole going out at meeting people thing was horribly awkward. Still. things were changing. He’d dressed down in just his studded biker leather and tall boots. His blue skin no longer was the oddity it once had been so he’d forgone any kind of disguise generator.