Blowing a long stream of smoke out and stubbing out his cigarette on the rooftop, Syx contemplated how to approach this. Rubbing his hands over his face he moved to stand. On the edge, he looked down and decided on dramatic. pulling out the toe cable from the hoverbike, he secured it around a solid bit of building and repealed down until he could safely bounce off the wall and land in a clever pose. Cape settling back around him in what he hoped was a really fucking cool looking way, Syx straightened and jerked his chin at Lyn in greeting.
“That’s a horrible habit, Hell Cat,” as if he hadn’t just been smoking, his lips quirking in acknowledgment to the fact that he was sure she could smell it on him. Now able to better see her outfit, he gave her an appraising look, “While I completely understand the sacrifices we make for presentation, they make those buttons for a reason,” he arched a brow, she had to be freezing even if the exposed skin gave him horrible ideas for how to warm her up.
She heard the fluttering of his cape before she saw him drop down before her, her brows climbing in surprise. She made a low noise, purposefully bringing her cigarette up to her lips again to inhale the smoke, holding it in her lungs before blowing it up into the air. “Right,” was all she gave him in response, clearly smelling the smoke on his own breath.
She had been in the state long enough to have grown a bit used to the cold weather.. and if she were to get too cold, she would simply bring up her new little trick she had found playing with her fire. “I highly doubt ya came here ta give me fashion advice. An’ if ya don’t like it well..” She motioned upwards to where he had come from. “You can get yer happy ass back on yer bike.”
Biting his lip, Syx gave into that horrible little impulse that always caused these issues. Stepping forward he snagged a finger around that bottom button and tugged lightly, “No one said anything about not enjoying it.”
It was a struggle for a moment to recall what he’d come for instead of making an attempt to silence her horrible mouth with his lips, smoke and all. Closing his smoldering green eyes and quelling the kindled fire that always crept up around her… and it was a fiery passion no matter which way it burned on a given day between anger and lust.
Licking his lips, he restarted, “I have a problem I need your assistance with.”
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