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.
“Buying isn’t necessary,” Syx gave her a confused look, “It’s my Uncles. But if you mean you get food because you’re with me, then yes I believe that would be what they call, ‘my treat’,” he rather wished he could double check with Minion about this sort of thing first.
He nodded and followed her, smoothing the high-necked mantle up as his trying to hide his large head. His hunched shoulders only making the cowl stand up more. He felt horribly exposed on the walk to her car.
Paige noticed how Syx was acting, noticed how uneasy he felt out in the open air. She led him to her old, obviously used vehicle, unlocking it and sliding into the drivers seat. She looked over at him once he was inside, frowning some.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go.. home? Or..?” she trailed off, unsure just what it was that was making him act so uneasy.
“Just tired,” Syx explained away, relaxing once in the vehicle. He gave her the directions to his Uncle’s restaurant, fidgetting with his costume as he sat in the passenger seat.
“I’m not really good at this,” he sighed, it was easier when he had a mask on whether it was the fake face or the mantle of Megamind. The only people who knew Syx were family, “What… do we talk about now?”
[TXT MSG: Unhand me you fiend!! *kicks and waves arms, pretending to struggle dramatically* ]
[TXT: *tentacle twitching in aftershocks I go back to licking on your cock* I want your taste~ cum for me, you’ve earned it ]
[TXT MSG: *my face is a mess and I’m still sucking your twitching tentacle as I thrust up into the air, moaning around your length and helplessly rutting into your mouth*]
[TXT: *taking your cock into my mouth and bobbing eagerly, deepthroating you as I suck you down* ]
Syx had woken up from that nightmare again. It had gotten more frequent since his break up with Wayne. The stress, he was sure. Making sure not to wake Anna, Syx slipped out of bed and headed into the workshop. He needed a distraction. What he got was…
He made a high-pitched distressed noise in the back of his throat, beginning to hyperventilate. The void had come to swallow him whole.
Eyes wide Syx cried out as he watched her floating hair eat half a bomb, “Aah, watch out!”
He held up his hands, torn between stopping her and urging her to exit faster.
Celestialess of course, didn’t react until the bomb was engulfed in her hair.
A second later, a small, dull pop would sound from her hair, and a brighter light shine inside of it but other than that, no destructive explosion would come forth.
Finally stopping, she lifts her hands and doesn’t touch anything. That she could help.
“…What…?”
Syx thought his heart was going to jump out of his chest as he watched the cloud of black, pinks, and oranges that were her hair swallow the old bomb. Sinking to the floor, he just stared in horror, shocked to even be alive.
“You… boom…” a hysterical laugh leaked out of him as he tried to regain control of his functions.
RP backup 
