💙 (any of my muses :) You can pick)

1000liveslived:

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. 

Paige listened quietly as Syx spoke, knowing she wasn’t being helpful.. but quite honestly she was still wrapping her mind around teh fact that the man that she had grown to know for as long as she had was an entirely different person entirely. Part of her still wondered why she was even here yet. Though she knew why… 

She had seen his body posture, saw his expression.. he was sincere. There was only one other time she had forgiven a lie.. this would make 2 in her entire life. 

“I have a car, and I like Italian, yes. You can buy,” She smiled some, her lips twitching in amusement as she grabbed her purse, the thing she had come here to get to begin with. She straightened, pushing her hair back behind her ear. “You ready to go then?” 

“Buying isn’t necessary,” Syx gave her a confused look, “It’s my Uncles. But if you mean you get food because you’re with me, then yes I believe that would be what they call, ‘my treat’,” he rather wished he could double check with Minion about this sort of thing first. 

He nodded and followed her, smoothing the high-necked mantle up as his trying to hide his large head. His hunched shoulders only making the cowl stand up more. He felt horribly exposed on the walk to her car.