Lyn frowned deeply at what it was he was beginning to tell her, her brows furrowing a bit more obviously over her eyes as he continued on. His speak of war? That had her closing her eyes and her lips parting just a bit as she sighed out slowly. She let her head drop a bit, shaking her head slowly from side to side, all traces of sass gone. She reached up, pinching the bridge of her nose for a moment before looking up at him with a weary expression.
“..Fuckin’ war, Syx? Seriously?” She grumbled, shaking her head again before taking her hair from the pony tail and raking her fingers through the hair. The action showed the shaved sides of her head that her long hair covered, her lips thinning unhappily.
“…Alrigh’ well I know where tha dude lives.. I can give ya directions an’ an address.. but ya gotta fuckin’ promise me that you’ll do yer best ta fix whatever ya did, ya hear?” she informed him, looking to him and pointing a finger at him. “What’s tha package that’s got yer panties in a twist?”
Syx groaned, “It was her damn fault! I was being perfectly civil! I even offered to have a nice chat over terms over at Fast-Finger’s place,“ Freddy’s fancy Italian restaurant was usually considered neutral territory. Most didn’t know he was connected to the blue villain, but they did know the man was a former criminal and would let out his back dinning rooms for meetings on the down low, “it was not my fault it escalated,” he insisted stubornly.
Sighing deeply and taking another drag, he muttered, “I had to make an example. If I didn’t she would have told him I was a push over and then I’d start losing ground. You know how that goes,” kicking the ground he let the cigarette dangle from his lips, “It’s all about appearance. So I can’t promise shit, Kitty Cat. Though I do promise my note is going to be nice and offer peace again. But I won’t have him pushing me over. I don’t let your dad and I shit ain’t gonna let someone new asshole just cuz his wife claims he’s scary,” he snorted.
“Her!?” She practically screeched the single word, her eyes widening, swiftly connecting the dots without him even needing to really explain a whole lot of anything. Of course this idiot fucking takes the shit Carmen takes seriously..! The man didn’t know how to be subtle, or discrete, nor did he know how to take things lightly to begin with! Her lips twisted into something close to a snarl, turning from him to take a couple pacing steps before returning to him.
“I get appearances, blue brain… but jesus.. having ta send his wife back to him? Where is she, even?” She prompted, looking around before looking up. “..Please don’t tell me yer dumb enough ta leave her in tha cold… jesus..” She grumbled, not having connected the dots that Carmen was actually cubed and not restrained.
“So you know her then,” Syx pulled back at the furry of Lyn’s reaction and stamped out his cigarette angrily, “Yes I am fully aware of the seriousness, thanks.”
He shot her an exasperated look, “In my pocket? Fuck, Hell Cat, I’m not an idiot. She’s safe and sound. I only verbally threatened her,” he rolled his eyes up to the sky, “She threw all my good will in my face and expected me to bow to her ridiculous and fucking cryptic statements and just, fucking hell,” he threw his hands up, “She’s the one that needs to not start shit! What the hell was a pregnant lady doing mouthing off to a super villain without any protection!? What? She thought I was some push over clown? Ha!” he kicked an empty bottle hard, sending it sailing to shatter on a wall, “All I fucking did was offer her dinner.”
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