That smile makes Syx’s chest tighten, but… every version he knew of the Glaupunks were heros or cops or something on the ‘good’ side of the law… so… there wasn’t any reason to worry. Right.
Chin up and putting on a cockier show of himself and trying to bury his nerves, Syx, nodded in response, and held out his hand towards the dog in a friendly way. He did adore dogs.
“I take it you just can’t resist this blue visage?” he boasted, “This city is just filled, isn’t it?” so many doubles and versions, but he wasn’t sure how publicly he want to announce that, so kept it vague, “What should I call you anyway?”
[For all of his bravado, it’s clear to her that he recognizes her as something of a threat. Now, that could be because of a myriad of things, but it’s most likely just because his sense of self-preservation isn’t shit. For the moment, she stops a conversational distance away, not pressing his space yet.]
-Fakk 2 stops when Mistress does and sits. The blue man is interesting, but she isn’t going to get in Mistress’s way.-
Yes, there are a lot of you. You guys are a lot like cockroaches in terms of numbers and durability. [She scoffs, not about to let him have the high ground in their conversation.] I am Wendalyn Scott. And you are?
Syx raised a brow and crossed his arms. So she was going straight to insults. That at least removed the option of goody-two-shoes type. But it did go with the dangerous look about her.
“Wendalyn, huh,” he mulled that over. Still a Scott. Safe to guess just as powered as the heroes he knew. Or at least his assumption unless proven otherwise, “Pleasure.”
“You can call me Syx or Mr. Blue. My other name is far too common around here,” he carefully avoided saying Megamind out loud. He was slowly getting more used to being addressed by Syx and it made passerby and cops far less suspicious of him than his villainous name. He raised an eyebrow in challenge, wondering if she’d take the low hanging fruit and mock his name.
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