creampuffwarden:

syx-blue:

Her wording made Syx choke, “Win over Metro Man…” he assumed she meant beat him in battle, but considering he was now secretly dating the hero, his face broke into a bright rosy blush as he shifted in his spinning custom chair.

He struggled to try and reclaim his Megamind persona, “It’s my destiny to oppose the muscle-bound he-ro,” he waved dismissively, “Trial and error is all part of the scientific process Warden, and when the titan falls the world will shake,” he proclaimed, horribly mixing metaphors. 

Syx scowled, “Wasn’t like I was even fighting him this time,” and he was going to miss their date.

                     Fingers – meet nose.

               The digits rose up to rub the area between her temple’s – more of a statement at how much of a headache his words were causing ( or it would have been an indication, had he not swiveled in his chair as he did ).

                But then his next set of words had her frozen – icy blue which rose up to stare at the blue toned one she called a son. “..You two weren’t fighting? What did you do that had you landing in here again?”

               She was honestly curious and though she had her connections with new sources so she could keep an eye on the boy, this event had completely gone over her.

Syx spun idly in his chair, “I wasn’t doing anything!” Syx crossed his arms indignantly, “Nothing really bad anyway. Just some idiots that needed to not be harassing…” 

He trailed off, his temper was up too much and he almost admitted details he shouldn’t. The Warden didn’t need to know about how he protected the businesses in his territory from rival gangs. If she knew suck things and was complacent in his activities that could reduce her credibility in her job. If Syx cost his parent her job, what she’d spent her whole life dedicated to… he’d hate himself forever. Didn’t matter whether or not he fully agreed with the system. He knew her work was important to her.

“There are just too many stupid heroes around now that have no respect for how things are done,” he said haughtily. He hated the door that separated them. He would much prefer to be able to smell and sense her emotions rather than have to guess based on facial clues. Those could lie to him.