Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

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“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.

“Never alone. I did tell you I have a legion of Brain Bots,” Syx arched an eyebrow, “But no, I could never do all of this without Minion. He’s… my companion. We’ve always been together,” it was hard to even describe what Minion was to him. His fish was everything. Minion was home.

Syx looked over his various creations in an array of destruction, letting slip, “Besides it’s easy to make them when they are made to be destroyed.”

“I wouldn’t consider brain-bots as a relevant company but yes… Minion, you say?” He asked with his expression, arching his left eyebrow slightly as he turned to a side to look back to Syx. That name sounds more like servant or slave to him. But for Syx might have another kind of weight.

“Who is Minion by the way? Friend? Family? Is he handsome like you?” his last question was followed by a short chuckle but again turns to look at Syx, or better, Megamind weapons.

“There better company than most of the idiots in this city,” Syx said with the same air as someone who owns and loves far too many cats. Letting the conversation fall to Minion, Syx hesitated, not sure how open he should be with this stranger… but the conversation was nice and Zagam seemed genuinely interested in everything… so…

“It’s complicated… he’s family. My best friend. He’s also my guardian and caregiver. But he also acts as my henchmen. It rather defies being locked into a standard human relationship definition,” Syx shrugged, it’s just the way we’ve always been, from the first day he was handed to me.”