Idly, Lyn wondered why he didn’t simply ask her for a light rather than using his fucking gun.. the weirdo, but then again, what did that make her? She happily ignored the little voice, watching him as he took his sweet ass time answering her question, feigning disinterest.. if Syx was asking her for help, it was likely important. No matter how odd their relationship was and how often she got fucking whip lash from going to being pissed off at him, to fucking him.. he still mattered to her, in some twisted manner.
“A course I know bout him,” she answered, scoffing as she took in another drag. “Its my business ta know. Dad and him have some kind of truce. Why?”
Syx took a drag finally and blew out a puff of smoke, “I’m going to need info on him… and a location to drop something off that needs to go directly to his hands,” he scrubbed a hand over his face, “I don’t want to make this any worse than it is, but at this point war is likely inevitable.”
He glanced up at her to gauge her reaction. Megamind had a truce with both her and her dad’s Doom Syndicate, but part of that was not dragging each other into the others conflicts. So this had to be delicate. The whole thing did really. This could potentially topple and change the criminal underworld and power vacuums lead to more fighting. But he needed his peace with the new Delic to be on his terms and not theirs. If they couldn’t reach a peace… he cringed.
Refocusing on Lyn, he continued, “The package is… very important to him and i need to return it before he starts missing it.”
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.
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