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 twirled and bobbed, the A.I. was simple but Syx always made his bots playful and the little creation enjoyed the attention.

Syx laughed awkwardly, “If I brought out any of my larger creations I’m afraid it would shut down the block and draw unwanted attention,” he rocked on his heels, “Quite a bit of my old stuff has been collected over the years, I believe I heard they were going to make a museum?” 

He frowned lightly, “I think the museum might already exist now…” though it was likely filled with a different Megamind’s work, he was still struggling to fully wrap his head around the multiverse thing. 

“A museum you say? Honestly I never visited one, yes saw one from the outside but didn’t call my attention, if you tell me that I can see pretty creations like this one then I’m sure i can give a chance.” He moved his hand away from the bot for now and approached to the blue man. “And how you say is the Museum’s name?”

“Well I’ve never been in the museum myself, actually I doubt they’d let me in. At least not looking like myself,” Syx snorted, “I’m sure it’s been dedicated to the muscle bound idiot,” it didn’t matter that he was in love with Metro Man, he was still an idiot. Syx waved a hand dismissively, “It’d only be the old broken stuff in there anyway.”

Shifting nervously Syx glanced around them, hyper aware of any attention his blue skin might be attracting. Biting his lip he glanced back up at the man, “I’m Syx Blue, my name that is,” he felt so awkward but he forced himself to stand straighter, “Yours?”