“I’m just living in the system, conditions are poor
I’ve been lost in the rhythm and misinformed
Too many late nights hittin’ the liquor store
Too many bad decisions, half assed attempts
No sweat, no fear, no blood, no tears
I go hard and I ain’t makin’ up no excuse
I’m overdue, I don’t do what I’m supposed to do
Cause you can think about it man, we’re supposed to lose
It ain’t all picture perfect, ocean views”
(( Minion is horrified by your actions Harrison @dark-blue-mondays ))
(( LOLOLOLOL so am I Minion, so am I.
Me: Harrison Drake-Scott you keep your pants ON or so help me!!
Him: lol nah ))
‘Emma’ smiled coyly, her eyes shining a bit “Oh I do, do I..?” She purred, “..perhaps we can do something about that, huh?” She prompted, taking a step closer to Syx
Pulling her back up Syx stepped them blindly backward as he returned the kiss until they bumped into something solid. He pressed her up against it, mouth returning to her neck as his hands cupped her ass. He squeezed the firm flesh before lifting her and setting her up on what turned out to be the leg of the robot he’d been working on last night.
Smoothing his hands over her sides he growled huskily, “Mine.”
He’d felt like he’d never tire of claiming her. Marking her, being marked by her. Being claimed by her in return.
“Yours..” she spoke the word reverently as his hands roamed her body, feeling a rush of pure desire race through her. This game they played never failed to fire her up, hearing his claims made her hot and needy, almost desperate for him to act upon them and claim her over and over.
“And you are mine..” she breathed after a short pause, lurching forward, unable to keep still any longer. Her hand reached for the back of his head, bringing him forward to crash her lips against his with a soft, throaty growl of need, trying to draw him closer to her with the feet she hooked just below his ass.
“Yours,” Syx breathed before she claimed his lips, moaning into the kiss as he pulled her close. He slipped his bare hands under her shirt needy for skin contact. Biting and pulling on her lower lips. He’d never be able to keep his hands off her and he never wanted to have to. His sexy tiger.
The fencing lesson had been going well, Syx was having more fun then he had in ages and this was far better then sparing with a brain bot. Emma however had a bad habit of using far too much strength for the thin blade, so when her lunge missed she punched Syx square in the jaw. His head snapped back as he staggered.
Ducking off to an adjoined room Syx urged her to stand still, “Wait right there!”
Jogging forward he clamored up a metal girder and under a tarp. There was a click and a whir before the whole thing shifted and the tarp slid off revealing the car sized mechanized creation. Syx sat inside the bot, surrounded by levers and buttons, on it’s eight legs he piloted it over the shifting debris and stood it in front of ‘Emma’ grinning widely. The large bot had a similar bear-trap jaw of his brain bots but had nine glowing red eyes as it tipped to look down at her, hunkering low on it’s legs.
Syx leaned forward and affectionately patted the ‘head’ of his creation in front of his dash, “This is the Speiiiider Bot,” he drawled out goofily, “I never found a use for it in a battle, but it comes in very handy in my bickering with the underworld. Yes you do.”
Laughing at the name and Syx’s dramatics, ‘Emma’ reached forward and patted the closest leg she could reach, “What can it do?” she asked, “And what kind of bickering do you do? I mean.. it seems kind of more something you would use to fight rather than argue with?” She raised a brow, looking a bit confused at what he told her.
“Its really cool though. You built this yourself?” She clarified, despite already knowing the answer to that particular one.
“I find it really helps to make your point when you have a giant laser pointed at someones head during an argument,” Syx hit a switch and brought the large cannon up to point over his shoulder, laughing heartily, “And yes I built it. Well Minion helped,” he conceded.
“I touch myself as a swift action.”
– The Fighter/Paladin
(( Minion is horrified by your actions Harrison @dark-blue-mondays ))
“Minion’s love life?” Syx echoed, his head cocked to the side as he dropped into a seat a comfortable distance from Harrison. He contemplated changing clothing but decided against it for the time being, the spikes on his gloves giving him a sense of security around a stranger.
“My what, Sir?” Minion asks in confusion as he came into the room with a plate of iced cookies and an electric kettle. The water was slowly heating up in the custom built device. The tray also had an assortment of tea bags and two decoratively shaped mugs. One an octopus and the other R2-D2. The cookies where in a variety of shapes and all coated in royal icing in bright colors, blue lightning bolts, copper gears, golden stars, red books, green fish, and black cats.
Syx picked up one of the black cat cookies, a light blush creeping onto his cheeks as he realized how telling about the people in his life Minion’s choices of cookie cutters were. And just why the black cat had been added recently. It seemed having company was going to become a more common occurrence and Minion was more then happy to accommodate his Sir having a more healthy social life.
“My Minion is courting another minionfish – her name is Nica – for the purposes of spawning,” Harrison said with almost-evil glee. “It’s positively adorable. He frets over which expensive gifts to buy her, and they go swimming out in the lake.”
He didn’t wait for a response before leaning in to examine the cookies. His Minion had never been one for baking, but he knew the other Megaminds tended to have culinary-inclined fish. “These are beautiful Minion, if they taste as good as they look….” He his wiggling fingers stop over the lightning bolt design with a chuckle.
“Want to see something interesting?” he asks Megamind with a devilish smile, standing up and right in front of the other blue man. His hands are unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants.
“Oh…” Minion’s eyes grew wide, it would be nice to meet another fish like himself. As much as seeing someone else who was blue had been for his Sir. He glowed and ducked at the compliment, “Oh they certainly are Harrison Sir, I assure you.”
As Harrison started undoing his pants Minion’s face turned to horror, “Sirs!”
Syx just blanked, his face flushing a deep rose. His mouth worked silently for a moment before blinking and saying cockily to cover his nerves, “Well go on then, what are you waiting for?”
‘Emma’ smiled coyly, her eyes shining a bit “Oh I do, do I..?” She purred, “..perhaps we can do something about that, huh?” She prompted, taking a step closer to Syx
Grabbing her hips and pulling his black haired beauty flush against him Syx’s mouth found her neck. Biting up the length of it, kissing her jaw, until he reached her lips. Capturing them with his, he kissed her deeply, dipping her as he did. Pulling back just enough to murmur hotly, “Delicious.”
Finding herself already breathless with want, responding to him immediately with a soft murmur of need. As he dipped her, she held onto his shoulders, trying her best to return the kiss with her own growing passion, making a noise of complaint when he pulled away.
Rather than speaking, she brought her hand to his neck and leveraged herself back to his lips, moaning as she kissed him eagerly, accepting the strength of his arms and trusting him to never let her fall
Pulling her back up Syx stepped them blindly backward as he returned the kiss until they bumped into something solid. He pressed her up against it, mouth returning to her neck as his hands cupped her ass. He squeezed the firm flesh before lifting her and setting her up on what turned out to be the leg of the robot he’d been working on last night.
Smoothing his hands over her sided he growled huskily, “Mine.”
He’d felt like he’d never tire of claiming her. Marking her, being marked by her. Being claimed by her in return.
The fencing lesson had been going well, Syx was having more fun then he had in ages and this was far better then sparing with a brain bot. Emma however had a bad habit of using far too much strength for the thin blade, so when her lunge missed she punched Syx square in the jaw. His head snapped back as he staggered.
‘Emma’ laughed as she watched the bots rush after the wrench, jumping when she felt the nudge of another that carried a hammer. She felt a rush of .. something. She wasn’t sure what, when Syx cooed at the being, seeing the gentle side tot the blue man.
Taking the hammer, she smile and tossed it, watching as the bot raced after it, her expression gentle and almost tender as she moved over to Syx’s side. “This is all really cool.”
A blush colored Syx’s cheeks, “Ah… thank you,” with an awkward laugh he tried to cover his embarrassment at the soft compliment and took her arm, “Come on, I wanted to show you the Spider Bot,” he told her excitedly.
The black haired feline smiled, his excitement fueling her own at just seeing the new thing, being able to learn more about it. “Okay!” she said excited, happily moving so that she was a bit closer to him, following him as if were the most natural thing for her
Ducking off to an adjoined room Syx urged her to stand still, “Wait right there!”
Jogging forward he clamored up a metal girder and under a tarp. There was a click and a whir before the whole thing shifted and the tarp slid off revealing the car sized mechanized creation. Syx sat inside the bot, surrounded by levers and buttons, on it’s eight legs he piloted it over the shifting debris and stood it in front of ‘Emma’ grinning widely. The large bot had a similar bear-trap jaw of his brain bots but had nine glowing red eyes as it tipped to look down at her, hunkering low on it’s legs.
Syx leaned forward and affectionately patted the ‘head’ of his creation in front of his dash, “This is the Speiiiider Bot,” he drawled out goofily, “I never found a use for it in a battle, but it comes in very handy in my bickering with the underworld. Yes you do.”
RP backup 
