|| @1000liveslived || Lyn ||
His problem was that the paranoid woman had given him painfully little information to work from, but if there was more than one Psycho Delic in town he was sure his version would know about it. With that in mind, Syx sought out Lyn. The Hell Cat had a temper and they often fought… but just as often fucked. Theirs was an odd relationship, but he still figured his chances of information were better with her than with Psycho. The man was sarcastic and fickle at the best of times. Syx had perhaps cubed the man one too many times in his youth…
Swinging by one of Lyn’s favorite hangouts, Syx settled the hoverbike on the roof and kept a look out. Sitting on the edge of the roof, he broke out a pack of smokes. Today was a day that needed them.
Lyn had long ago stopped trying to put some kind of label on what her relationship with the blue man was.. it was a mess, in all reality. She would be lying, however, if she said that she hated it in any form. If anything it was fun.. it certainly was never boring, that much was for certain. The weather outside was getting just a touch too cold for her to keep riding her bike.. but she wasn’t the type to only ride when it was nice out. She’d keep riding until the snow fell, so it was the throaty sound of her motorcycle pulling up to the club that Syx would hear down below to signal her arrival.
The feline was dressed a bit differently today, a pair of actual jeans on with black leather boots, and a black leather jacket that was buttoned with only one button down by her stomach. Beneath the jacket, she wore a white lace bralette and nothing else, that fact made obvious by the bits of skin showing there. She had yet to realize that Syx was above her, running her fingers through her hair as she pulled out her own cigarettes and sparkling lighter, sparking up a flame.
She held it at the edge of her cigarette that dangled from her mouth, coaxing it to life before snapping her zippo closed and exhaling the smoke.
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 pulling out the toe cable from the hoverbike, he secured it around a solid bit of building and repealed down until he could safely bounce off the wall and land in a clever pose.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.
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