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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs.Â
Syx pulled his wrists up against his chest even though his gloves already hid the scars, “Well it is a form of artwork isn’t it?” he looked out the window, the full truth too uncomfortable to admit openly, “Most of my Uncles have tattoos that they either got in prison or outside of. Though honestly, I hadn’t ever really thought about it until hearing you talk so passionately about it.”
Paige smiled a true and genuine smile at that, looking over at him as she drove still. Her dimples showed on her cheeks as she did so, her eyes warming just a touch. “I’m glad I can help you see it differently,” She spoke genuinely, truly happy that she had been able to help him see it in a better light.Â
Syx grinned back, “I’ve always been one to apree-ciate art and passion,” he over enunciated, hands on his knees, “Oh, turn here.”
He directed her to his uncle’s place, “Park in the back, he’s expecting us.”
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