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.

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“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. 

“Very impressive. Never saw an artefact like this. Excuse my ignorance, I barely move from laptops and cellphones. What is it? Does it has any special use besides look pretty.” Zagam whle ask took a nice look of the blue man, mostly for like the leather attire and black boots. Pretty style for a slim man-

“Mostly it’s a toy,” Syx reached out and grabbed the small bot, it tucked itself into a ball about the size of a softball. Syx threw it as hard and fast as he could into the air. The ribbons trailing behind like a comment’s tail. At the top of the arc, the bot unfolded and spun gracefully down. Fluttering around in enjoyment of the game. As it descended it spit out sparks and did a little light show, “So mostly just pretty, yes.”

Zagam observed with attention his eyes behind the ball, following without problem, chuckling he denied with the head and smiled back to the blue man. “So, you like to play with toys” it was not a question, zagam arched his eyebrow and smiled broadly at him.-

“Are you part of the artists here or you just pass by to show you have better creations?” his honest question and calm tone made notice he was asking seriously.

Syx blushed at that, “I would call them toys but I doubt the city does,” he looked out around them, it still made him nervous being out without being disguised. He was twitching to turn his watch on, not that anyone seemed to care about him being blue, “Normally the things I make are… on a much grandeur scale,” he did like showing off though, lived for it really.