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:

syx-blue:

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.

Syx beamed at the reaction and did a little spin, “That’s the whole point, blend in and not be noticed. Just don’t mess with the afro, it’s not real.” 

He was much calmer now that he wouldn’t be drawing attention for being blue. Looking around to orientate himself he tipped his head towards the heart of the city and where he’d noticed what he assumed was the museum, “His mate? I’m going to assume you met Harrison’s husband then. I know he’s mated to a Metro Man. Just not mine. And yeah the sheeple are constantly showering the dolt with gifts and praise. I swear he couldn’t do anything wrong if he tried,” he rolled his eyes and blew out a breath, “It’s obnoxious. Not really his fault though.”

“But your blue skin was so pretty. I doubt you have to worry too much about it. You’re not the first blue pretty man I see.” – he breathes a short chuckle and waves his tail. Delighted by the new image but missing the other one. 

“You know harrison too? Well. Harrison was nice, as much as he could, with me, due his situation and Wayne… he, like I said before, tried..” Zagam shrugs lightly remembering the interrogatory that ended in disaster. “What do you mean with not yours?” suddenly Syx was speaking strange and he couldnt follor completly. Was he assuring that there are two waynes?

Syx shrugged, “It’s hard to lose old habits. It wasn’t so long ago that being blue in public meant that every pig in the area would point a gun at me,” he stuffed his hands in his pockets as they walked, “And not mine as in he’s not married to my Metro Man. The whole multi-verse thing just makes things confusing and complicated. Though for some reason there the vast majority of the duplicates seem to revolve around me or people close to me. I can only conclude that it must be my fault somehow, being the hyper-intelligent alien with a habit of making things that defy human science. A version of me likely caused this at some point. But it’s impossible to ever really know,” he was admitting a lot, but nothing that wasn’t easily found out or assumed. So he wouldn’t worry about it.