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.

As they walked, the reached a section of large photos. Scenes from battles caught on camera and blown up images of him in his various costumes over the years. He and Metro Man had always had a bit of a fashion war going on, always trying to out due the other between general costume changes and special occasion outfits.

“I’m always curious. So your looking like this is the same as my disguise? Just something to make others more comfortable?” Syx raised a brow, “Salty food? How salty. I mean salt is a mandatory dietary need for all mammals, do you just need a higher sodium intake?”

-”I never tried to make others feel comfortable, not with strangers at least. I could be walking in the middle of an Avenue, wearing my real shape, but honestly, some of my parts make my walking a little troublesome, carrying more weight.” He shrugs lightly, keeping his eyes on the pictures that hang front of him. Some of them, hilarious, others, with very evident planned poses. They seemed to be dancing and not fighting. How odd. – 

“Mmmm, you sometimes speaks so funny.” Zagam observed, turning to look back to Syx. Smiling softly and absorbing his definition for Salty diets. “There is another explanation. You won’t add salt to a cake. I have to, and yes, maybe a little more salty than a common human diet.” 

“Hard to walk? So… you actually change shape then? It’s not just an illusion like mine,” Syx hummed in thought, “How does that work?”

“Actually you do,” Syx corrected, “I’ve watched Minion plenty of times before he kicked me out of the kitchen. Cakes normally have…” he squinted his eyes as he looked for the memory, “About a small spoon of salt in them.”