💙 (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. 

Keeping one eye on her, Syx tried to get his bearings on the room around him, “Am eye? How strange. I wasn’t aware,” he replied flatly, “What I have is a headache. Please don’t scream anymore.”

From his spot on the floor, the blue man drew his legs up. The size of his head making him seem far skinnier. Focussing on just breathing, he at least doubted he was in physical danger with the tattoo artist. 

His sass had her brown eyes narrowing fractionally, her lips pressing together. She wasn’t entirely sure how long she was silent before she shifted. Crossing her arms, she leaned back against the counter and began tapping her finger on her arm, simply waiting for an explanation.. mostly because she had no fucking idea what to say 

“Fuck it…” hefting a sigh Syx eased himself up and slumped into the chair again. Melting into it, bone weary with exhaustion, he wondered in an almost pleading tone, “If you are just going to stand there… could you at least get me a glass of water? Please?”