💙 (any of my muses :) You can pick)

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

“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. 

Paige inhaled sharply at the slap to her back, immediately drawing her shoulder blades closer, tucking her head back a bit and taking a step forward as if she were trying to get away from the touch, the flinch immediate. She skittered around to Syx’s other side, her hands wringing together in an open show of her sudden intense rise of anxiety. 

She watched him carefully as the chair was pulled out, giving him a quick and an emotionless smile as she slowly moved to sit down.. except she never took her eyes from Freddy. “…thank you Fred..” she murmured the words quietly, looking to Syx only when they were alone, visibly relaxing with a small smile. 

“..He’s.. boisterous..?” She tried, phrasing the words more like a question than anything. 

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. 

“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. 

Paige inhaled sharply at the slap to her back, immediately drawing her shoulder blades closer, tucking her head back a bit and taking a step forward as if she were trying to get away from the touch, the flinch immediate. She skittered around to Syx’s other side, her hands wringing together in an open show of her sudden intense rise of anxiety. 

She watched him carefully as the chair was pulled out, giving him a quick and an emotionless smile as she slowly moved to sit down.. except she never took her eyes from Freddy. “…thank you Fred..” she murmured the words quietly, looking to Syx only when they were alone, visibly relaxing with a small smile. 

“..He’s.. boisterous..?” She tried, phrasing the words more like a question than anything. 

“Sorry about him,” Syx fidgeted and tapped his foot, “I do promise the food is good,” he bit his lip, smelling her sudden anxiety as she passed.

“Weeeell,” Syx looked around hopelessly and sat down with a thump, “Yeah, Uncle Freddy has always been rather rough around the edges,” Syx frowned looking at his hands as he twisted his fingers, “He’s not a bad sort, though. I mean… he is, but the good bad, not the bad sort of bad,” he waved his hands in the air, “You know?”

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