💙 (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 rubbed his face feeling horribly awkward and he curled up in the chair, “Where you we even go from here?”

He hadn’t ever pictured this as a possible outcome. Hadn’t envisioned what he could possibly do or say. Feeling wholly unprepared he let out a soft laugh, “Well I suppose this means tattoos are no long out of the question.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes in an almost dramatic fashion, one that was a bit more out of character from how she generally acted around him before. “..Hell if I know,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “Its not like I do this all the damn time,” seh added, motioning over towards him. 

She was quiet for a moment, the slight twitch of her lips making it clear she was trying to not smile at what he said. “You don’t really have any excuse to not get one now, no,” She agreed, chuckling softly.

“It may surprise you to know, but I don’t do this every day either,” Syx raised a brow at her, a ghost of a smile creeping onto his face as her dramatic eye rolling, “Maybe… we start over? I could… properly introduce myself? Or do we just… pick back up like I just popped in to say hi instead of crashing here because I was too exhausted to make it home?” his fingers traced over his wrists, still nervous of the idea of someone else touching them, seeing them.