💙 (any of my muses :) You can pick)

1000liveslived:

syx-blue: 

syx-blue:

With his holowatch firmly in place and activated, Syx strode into the small tattoo parlor wearing his most often used dark skinned face. His afro filling a portion of the space his blue head did in order to help the disguise generator. He found that the less the watch had to drastically fabricate the more realistic the disguise and the longer the charge lasted. Generating flowing hair and clothing he wasn’t actually wearing stressed the-the algorithms in the watch and increased the likelihood he’d end up looking like a CGI character come to life. 

Smoothing out his leather jacket, Syx grinned at his uncle and leaned against the counter. Chatting about business and news since he’d been in prison. Passing on messages from those who were still inside. 

Noticing Paige coming in he gave her a little wave, heading over toward her and plopping down in her tattoo chair as if he hadn’t turned down every offer she’d ever made to give him one. He flashed her a wide charming smile, green eyes shining. 

“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs. 

Slipping out of the vehicle, Syx headed straight for the door, giving it a very specific series of knocks. 

When the door opened, the large burly tattooed man informed them, “Ya know I can see ya through the camera’s right, little Blue?” 

Scowling, Syx crossed his arms, “Uncle Freddy, please,” he whined, a light blush rising to his cheeks, “Megamind or at least Syx in front of company.”

“Ah come on kiddo! Ya said yerself she’s part a the gang, hey?” Freddy Fast-Fingers through an arm around Syx’s shoulders and steered him inside, “Come on girly. Don’t normally got a reason ta do breakfasts. How ya feel ‘bout a good proper quiche? Though it’ll be light on the dairy cuz a this one, huh?” he elbowed Syx casually.

Paige seemed amused with what it was she was seeing and hearing as Syx knocked on the door, smiling just a bit as he did so. Though as soon as the door was opened to the massive man, she immediately tensed and withdrew almost entirely. She placed a polite smile on her lips, one she used when she needed to deal with people like this at work. 

“..Part of the gang?” She prompted, her tone a bit more reserved even as she followed them both into the door, looking around wearily. She tried to not fidget with everythign that was happening, her heart picking up in her chest despite the friendly nature she saw between the family. 

“Uhm.. I’m fine with anything..” She assured Freddy with a quick passionless smile. 

“Part o’ the Blue’s girly,” Freddy laughed heartily and gave her a friendly slap on the back, “Blue here told me you work for Mickey-dickey,” he explained, using a nickname for the tattoo parlor owner, “Well you kids come right on in.”

Opening the back room to one of the private dinner rooms that were almost exclusively used by the criminal elements of the city, Freddy pulled out a chair for Paige, “Back with some food for ya’ll in a giffy.”

Sighing, Syx accepted that his Uncle wasn’t ever going to change his tune, “Yes, yes, thank you, Uncle Freddy.” 

Sitting down across from Paige on the small table, he looked at his gloved hands in debate. He hated eating with them on… but he wasn’t sure about having them off either.