Harrison winced as Wayne clattered his plate, and knew that his response was exactly the wrong one. But he had to admit, he wasn’t prepared for the extent of the reaction for Syx. It was more than just a reaction, it was an explosion. One the blue man suspected was brought on not just by his mate but by the stress of his recent prison stay, his own complex relationship with his Wayne, and the overwhelming changes that came with skipping into an entirely new dimension. But Wayne’s words and piss poor attitude didn’t help.
Harrison opened his mouth to object to several points, but as Syx just kept going, he found himself opening and shutting it like a guppy. He couldn’t get a word in edgewise on that tirade. And when Syx whirled on his heel and stormed out the balcony, Harrison had no idea if he should follow him or not. He looked to Wayne, utterly uncertain the best way to respond.
[Wayne is only taken aback by Syx’s outburst for a moment, before settling right back into irritation. His face, however, only reflects mild amusement. It’s funny when somebody thinks they know something and are dead wrong. And, if he didn’t think that Harrison would get made at him, he’d prop his chin on his fist midair and smile at this Megamind.]
[His mate’s questioning look only gets a shrug in reply. He’s not sure what started all that, but he’s not about to let it go. Harrison can try to calm Syx down… after he’s had his piece. Wayne leisurely heads for the balcony.]
Turning only once he was outside, Syx faced the man who’d followed him. Chin held high, and jaw clenched, “Here to put me in my place, Scott?”
He was ready to bit hit, to be thrown off the balcony, sent back to jail. Yelled at. Laughed at. Honestly, nothing would surprise him.
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