💙 (any of my muses :) You can pick)

1000liveslived:

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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. 

Syx just shook his head, eyes closed tightly, “Won’t work. No way around it,” not without turning of the holowatch, not without having to tell her.

Looking away from Paige, Syx finally asked, “What if… I wasn’t so normal?”

Her frown only deepened at his words, her confusion growing. “Wasn’t normal?” she prompted, raising a brow. She felt as if there were something else he was talking about it.. but for the life of her, she couldn’t figure it out. “Well, I dont’ really think I would care if you weren’t normal,” She informed him, though her tone expressed her confusion. 

“I mean, look at me,” she motioned to herself, pink hair, piercings, tattoos and all, “I’m far from being normal, and that’s alright. I think I know you well enough to know that you’re a good person.”

Syx grimaced, “That seems kinda petty…” but it was what he expected people to say. They valued ‘good’ and he was ‘bad’.

“I’m… I’m not a good person, Paige,” face falling dejectedly, Syx stood, shoulders slumped as he prepared to leave, “I should just go. It was nice seeing your art again.”