💙 (any of my muses :) You can pick)

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

With his holowatch firmly in place and activated, Syx strode into the small tattoo parlor wearing his most often used dark skinned face. His afro filling a portion of the space his blue head did in order to help the disguise generator. He found that the less the watch had to drastically fabricate the more realistic the disguise and the longer the charge lasted. Generating flowing hair and clothing he wasn’t actually wearing stressed the-the algorithms in the watch and increased the likelihood he’d end up looking like a CGI character come to life. 

Smoothing out his leather jacket, Syx grinned at his uncle and leaned against the counter. Chatting about business and news since he’d been in prison. Passing on messages from those who were still inside. 

Noticing Paige coming in he gave her a little wave, heading over toward her and plopping down in her tattoo chair as if he hadn’t turned down every offer she’d ever made to give him one. He flashed her a wide charming smile, green eyes shining. 

“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs. 

Hovering his fingers over the drawing Syx, was in awe, “Lovely as always.”

She always offered and each time it was harder to say no. He had two scars he’d love to hide permanently. That wouldn’t work with the holowatch active… and she’d always known him like this. He was loath to show himself. To have their casual friendship change. It would have to; if she knew. 

Shifting in his seat Syx wondered, “Have you done any sleeves?” 

Paige couldn’t help the slight flush of her cheeks at his seemingly casual compliment, her smile growing just a bit shy at it. Reaching forward, she took the paper back and set it gently onto her work space before returning her attention to her friend. 

“Sleeves? I haven’t done an entire one by myself, but I would love to someday. I’ve added to sleeves, covered up some.. but never did an entire one,” she explained easily. She had actually worked on a couple designs for some, in hopes that someday somebody would come in to request one. 

Or even in the hopes that somebody would look through her book, look through the designs she had drawn up, and request it themselves. 

Syx pulled his legs up into the chair, “I’ve always liked the look of them.”

He idly ran his hands over his forearms as he crossed his arms, “Something that would be a continuous design from palm to elbow,” accidentally making a request before he realized it.