twentypuddingcups:

syx-blue:

|| @twentypuddingcups  || teen Syx || 

The blue teen was grouchy, he always was this time of year. This was made worse by the fact that he was starving and that it was horribly cold. He moved around a lot, had to. No one like the homeless and worse when you were an obvious other. Minion had to stay hidden in their ‘lair’ carved out of an old sewer tunnel, the mobile heater for his tank had broken. As if things couldn’t get worse. Trying desperately to keep his mind off the darker thoughts, the teen ducked into a dinner. He wondered if they would actually serve him… he doubted it… he had a little money… but not much. He pulled his scarf higher and tried to hide as much blue as possible under the many layers of old dirty coats.

|| @syx-blue ||

He had his feet propped up on the bench across from him, barely touching, but it gave them something to do. Surrounded by people, but yet alone in the booth, he scrolled through his phone and saw the same repetitive bullshit, though it was probably his own fault for selecting the app where he only followed the same repetitive bullshitters. Today had been a day full of “repetitive-ness”, though it was slightly different come right now. He had skated to this diner to hit on a waitress that he had seen a couple times before, the last time that he had felt okay in the membrane to go to school. He tried to think back that day to remember her name – granted, it had been the day before winter break – but his mind kept wandering to the last time he had a good smoke. That was the only reason for his dull mood today, though he did not consciously realize the subconscious realization that he might be relying on the herb to not feel so…dull. However, it was something that he didn’t think about. Tyler shook his dull mood away and looked around, searching for his sultry schoolmate. Then the bell above the front entrance dinged, somewhat catching his attention. In someone walked that drew his interest entirely. Tyler tore his earbuds from his ears and sat up, watching the young man.

As Syx walked in, he could feel the eyes on him. It was just his imagination, don’t look around, don’t draw attention to yourself. Idiot. Idiot! He grumbled internally as he nervously slid forward. Thank god for winter. Thank god that being covered head to toe in layers was normal in this weather even if there wasn’t snow on the ground anymore, it was still cold enough to warrant the hood and the scarf.

His hands were covered in gloves as well as he stepped up to the counter. The eyes on his back made his shoulders hunch. He looked like a homeless person. Well, he was, but damn it, he knew that wouldn’t help. Just like it wouldn’t help that his head was HUGE. The hood couldn’t hide that. Couldn’t hide the blue skin showing around his nose and eyes. 

Taking a deep breath, he kept his eyes down and said as clearly as he could, “Number 5 with fries and a coke, please.”

His heart was hammering in his chest as he thrust the money forward, his bottom lip between his teeth. He didn’t dare look up, he stared at the counter, at his own hand and his crumpled money that lay there. He could feel the unasked questions from the waitress at the dinner’s counter. Her curiosity and disgust hanging in the air. Her silence filling his mind with the hurtful comments he’d heard so often. But the money was eventually taken and Syx sighed in relief even though she meticulously counted it. 

“It’ll be out in 15,” she told the alien teen as he shuffled back. As he moved to the tables, Syx could just hear the whispered words to the chef as she speculated about deformity and elephantiasis. 

Shoulders hunched, his scowl deepened, but at least he’d eat today. He felt about ready to cave in, his stomach a hollow void that remnants of the box of stale crackers last night hadn’t even begun to fill. As he was about to sit, the eyes were just too much and his head snapped up, angry green eyes that were far too bright to be human, cyan blue skin around them, nearly all hidden under filthy clothing. A head several sizes too large. The teen snapped, “What?”