💙 (any of my muses :) You can pick)

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

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. 

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.”

Paige followed his directions without hesitation, moving along before slipping in to the back of the building that he indicated. She was quiet even as she parked the car, turning it off before smiling some over at Syx. 

“Shall we then?” She mused, chuckling as she reached back for her purse and got out of the car. As soon as he was out she locked the doors, waiting for him to come around before walking with him to the building. 

Slipping out of the vehicle, Syx headed straight for the door, giving it a very specific series of knocks. 

When the door opened, the large burly tattooed man informed them, “Ya know I can see ya through the camera’s right, little Blue?” 

Scowling, Syx crossed his arms, “Uncle Freddy, please,” he whined, a light blush rising to his cheeks, “Megamind or at least Syx in front of company.”

“Ah come on kiddo! Ya said yerself she’s part a the gang, hey?” Freddy Fast-Fingers through an arm around Syx’s shoulders and steered him inside, “Come on girly. Don’t normally got a reason ta do breakfasts. How ya feel ‘bout a good proper quiche? Though it’ll be light on the dairy cuz a this one, huh?” he elbowed Syx casually.