“Having to constantly go my Wayne and your Wayne is going to get confusing,” Syx pursed his lips, “A nickname? I’m sure I can come up with something.”
He did have a bad habit of nicknaming people, but generally only those he didn’t like, such as the vast majority of the prison guards. But he did have several he used now for Minion and Anna.
Nodding along to what both Harrison and Wayne said, Syx agreed, his lips quirking into a grin, “I can do that. Person unless you’re in costume?”
Aware that they were all out on the balcony, he felt rather like an ass for making such a scene. Chewing on his lower lip he looked back towards the kitchen, “Coco’s probably cold now…”
Slipping his arm around Syx’s shoulder, he gave the other man a reassuring side squeeze. “We can reheat it,” he says gently. “If we’re good boys, he may even do it for us with his eye lasers,” he adds playfully, looking up at his mate.
He can’t help but grin like a fool. Oh his Wayne could be stubborn, literal, and judgemental at times. But he was also kind and forgiving in all the best ways. And Syx was certainly tempestuous, but he was no fool. There was possibility in this. He could work with this. “Come on, let’s brainstorm nicknames inside,” he suggests, gently nudging Syx towards the door.
[Wayne scoffs at the ‘if we’re good boys’ part. Neither of the blue men were capable of such a thing. Shrugging, he follows the pair inside.] Perhaps if there were a couple ‘please’s involved, I might.
“Laser heated cocoa?” Syx laughed, “Wouldn’t it just burn the cups?” he’d never seen his own Wayne use his lasers for anything that show-offy since their school days.
He leaned into Harrison’s touch, one arm wrapping around the other blue man’s waist, though his eyes slid to Wayne to watch his body language. Relaxing enough to joke, Syx made an innocent face at Wayne, finger to his lips, “Pwetty pwease?”
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