The thick accent and obvious pain had Syx dropping character completely, “Damn it, Lyn… you’re bleeding bad,” he reached out gingerly for her again, worry clear on his face, “Are you going to let me help or not?”
Considering what they’d been fighting about, he wouldn’t be surprised if she rejected his help outright, but he still felt compelled to offer it, “I know you ‘heal fast so shut up’, but that’s a lot of blood…”
She made a low noise in the back of her throat, her head lulling off to face him, her brows furrowing as her confusion only mounted. She tried to focus on him, her vision blurring enough that she was having trouble focusing on him.. and then she had to close a single eye.. why? What in the hell was going on!? She hadn’t even realized that with the shift in angle, blood had began to run over her one eye, keeping the other open to stare at him almost stupidly.
“….Who’s Lyn?”
Syx paled, “Whose… oh god. Ohgodohgodohgod,” his eyes blew wide as he stared down at her in horror. Laughing nearly hysterically, he chided, “Very funny, you really got me.”
With her continued confusion he whined, “You’re Lyn… Emmalyn Douglas… your dad is Jimmy… Psycho Delic… I’m Syx? Megamind? Come on,” he pleaded, “This isn’t funny.”
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