Syx’s eyebrows climbed his forehead and he rolled his eyes up into his skull with a weary sigh, “Riiiiiight. Syx than.”
The villain curled his lip, immediately put off the the reek of the man’s superiority complex, warranted or not. It left a bad taste in his mouth, killing what little interest the man’s appearance had peeked. He was curious what relationship the odd man had with Harrison, but… it just wasn’t worth it. Not right now.
“Uh, huh, with that attitude I can’t imagine why,” Syx snatched another box of cookies off the shelf and stuffed them in his basket. He mentally revolted against the very idea of who he would and wouldn’t talk to or deal with. No matter who that advice came from. But the man’s attitude set him off. Blushing past with his basket in hand, the blue alien, “I can say the same,” not worth his breath or stress, his mate was waiting at home, “Ciao ciao.”
Exactly, Drago is a sweet piece of shit. You would need to be extra sweet to be able to swallow his Serum of spicy personality. Not for weaks, evidently. When Syx passed by to walk away, he smiled , containing the pleasure for cause a reaction. An idea wishpered over his ear suddenly. It was mean and with no defined porpouse, but still could be useful in a very late future. A blue man, that knows the other blue aliens, probably they see to each other and probably not. Who knows if this Alien has a weak spot like the other two. A small little tiny part of his might be sorry, this one has style, but then remember the species he belongs and that spark of mercy is washed away immediately. The djinn observed the other’s back, slim, covered in black, carrying a D-gun, the same weapon he stole from Harrison, now safe at home.Smirking, he shrugs to himself, before his lips began to move silently, bringing to modern times an old spell, Drago raised a hand and his finger tips caressed his lips, his breathe changed to fog, and the fog to dust. He feels the magic running through his throat, the same vibrating sensation he has in all his body, so unusual and at the same time familiar. The dust traveled like a breeze towards Syx in a second, caressing the exposed back of his crane, landing there like if it was nest for curses. It moved itself, drawing in black ink with the elegance of calligraphy, a trace, then two, a half circle, and a last touch, finishing until there was a tattoo with the size of a child’s palm…. Maybe Syx would notice, maybe not. Drago turned around and used his magic to make float all the things he needed from the displays. Humming content, smiling innocently…When he took all, he simply walked towards the door. “Excuse me sr! You need to pay for that! the register machine is on this side!“ – The poor young emplooyer called Drago, assuming that the man with vandal aspect was not going to listen to him, still he gave a shoot and tried..
Syx felt a shiver go up his spine as if eyes where on him. It centered to the back of his head, that itch of being watched, but he knew who it was who was looking at him, so he refused to give in and turn around. However when the bully of a man walked out without paying… Syx sighed heavily. De-hydrating his selection and stowing it in his pocket, he slipped out before cops could be called.
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