💙 (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. 

Taking the bottle of water, Syx unscrewed it and drank greedily. He’d barely realized how dehydrated he’d been. Whipping his mouth he glanced back at Paige, shoulders hunched, “I’m sorry that… I gave you a false impression of me,” he looked away, unwilling to see the hurt and accusations that would surely be on her face, “This is why… why I couldn’t get a tattoo. It wouldn’t have worked with the holowatch activated. And if I turned it off… well… this,” he waved his hand about, finally glancing back towards her.

She hadn’t done any more screaming or shouting. That was a good sign. He knew not everyone hated him, but most did. In a city of thousands, he’d only ever had his Uncles and the Blues. Such a tiny handful. It was hard… trusting someone new.

Seeing how his shoulders hunched forward, seeing how he wouldn’t keep his gaze on her, as well as other smaller body language cues she saw, she could see just how honest he was being about his apology. She had long ago learned how to pick up on body language, living in the house she had lived in. She always watched for the changes that would signal her Father’s displeasure… and that habit never went away. 

Sighing heavily, she closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her pink hair, feeling as if she couldn’t get her perch, couldn’t find her balance again. “..The holowatch?” she sounded frustrated, not knowing exactly what to believe. 

She always felt as if she were a sensible woman.. until she came to this city. Stupid Metro City.. shaking her head, she opened her brown eyes to look at the alien, her lips pressed together in a thin line. 

“…What the hell am I supposed to think about this?”

“Holographic disguise. It’s hardly like I can just use makeup to avoid standing out. Not with his head,” Syx waved at his overly large dome. Drawing patterns on the water bottle he kept his eyes on his lap, “The safe thing to do would not associate yourself with a dangerous escaped convict and known super villain.”

He risked a glance up at her, “But I would miss seeing you.”