Anna looked between Syx’s face and the smoothie he was handing out to her, nose wrinkling just enough to be noticed before she reached forward to take it from him. “…Love, I’m not entirely sure those are things that should be mixed together,” her voice was filled with uncertainty, nose wrinkling even further as she got a proper scent of the smoothie within. Ugh. Even if it didn’t smell all that great, she would still try it, because that look on his face when he announced it, he seemed so damn proud. She only hoped the old gods would save her from whatever fate would happen to her drinking this.
Taking a sip, she had to force herself to swallow it all back, tasting the bitterness and sweetness combined in her mouth with disgusting intensity. She barely managed to take a full drink, handing it back with a grimace, “I’ll let you enjoy it, dear. Its too much for my taste buds..”
“That’s it! Come back in an hour, I know I can get this perfect. Kisses! Thank you, Tiger!”
His problem was that the paranoid woman had given him painfully little information to work from, but if there was more than one Psycho Delic in town he was sure his version would know about it. With that in mind, Syx sought out Lyn. The Hell Cat had a temper and they often fought… but just as often fucked. Theirs was an odd relationship, but he still figured his chances of information were better with her than with Psycho. The man was sarcastic and fickle at the best of times. Syx had perhaps cubed the man one too many times in his youth…
Swinging by one of Lyn’s favorite hangouts, Syx settled the hoverbike on the roof and kept a look out. Sitting on the edge of the roof, he broke out a pack of smokes. Today was a day that needed them.
Lyn had long ago stopped trying to put some kind of label on what her relationship with the blue man was.. it was a mess, in all reality. She would be lying, however, if she said that she hated it in any form. If anything it was fun.. it certainly was never boring, that much was for certain. The weather outside was getting just a touch too cold for her to keep riding her bike.. but she wasn’t the type to only ride when it was nice out. She’d keep riding until the snow fell, so it was the throaty sound of her motorcycle pulling up to the club that Syx would hear down below to signal her arrival.
The feline was dressed a bit differently today, a pair of actual jeans on with black leather boots, and a black leather jacket that was buttoned with only one button down by her stomach. Beneath the jacket, she wore a white lace bralette and nothing else, that fact made obvious by the bits of skin showing there. She had yet to realize that Syx was above her, running her fingers through her hair as she pulled out her own cigarettes and sparkling lighter, sparking up a flame.
She held it at the edge of her cigarette that dangled from her mouth, coaxing it to life before snapping her zippo closed and exhaling the smoke.
Blowing a long stream of smoke out and stubbing out his cigarette on the rooftop, Syx contemplated how to approach this. Rubbing his hands over his face he moved to stand. On the edge, he looked down and decided on dramatic. pulling out the toe cable from the hoverbike, he secured it around a solid bit of building and repealed down until he could safely bounce off the wall and land in a clever pose. Cape settling back around him in what he hoped was a really fucking cool looking way, Syx straightened and jerked his chin at Lyn in greeting.
“That’s a horrible habit, Hell Cat,” as if he hadn’t just been smoking, his lips quirking in acknowledgment to the fact that he was sure she could smell it on him. Now able to better see her outfit, he gave her an appraising look, “While I completely understand the sacrifices we make for presentation, they make those buttons for a reason,” he arched a brow, she had to be freezing even if the exposed skin gave him horrible ideas for how to warm her up.
Blinking at the tiny dragon, Bluebell made an ‘o’ with her mouth, “You talk! Oh my fucking god!” jumping up, she let out a whoop, “Fuck yeah! I’m Mulan and your my Mushu! Let’s do this shit!”
She was prepared! Ready since she was a little girl for this day. To be chosen by a princess companion. It wouldn’t even matter if that was what this was or not, she was fucking rolling with it. She loved that damn movie!
“Oh! I need my sword! And armor! Fuck I don’t have anything historical. Will leather work?” she tapped her chin, “It’s going to have to until I can get Minion to make something new.”
If Sator had hands he’d be facepalming so hard right now. God save him from the crazy people. There was no amount of done big enough to accurately portray what he was feeling at the second.
“I’m outta here…” He sighed, shaking his head and turning around.
He’s understand if Ina would have said that. But grown ass woman believing in Disney bullshit was way too much for him. What was that the creature called Mushu has said? ‘Shame on you and shame on your cow.’
“What? Not good enough for you,” Bluebell demanded in a huff. Stalking over to the escaping dragon, she rushed to block it n from getting away from her, “We are going on a magical adventure even if I have to kidnap you. You aren’t required to enjoy it, but I have been waiting my whole life for this shit. Got it bucko?”
All of her childhood wishes had failed. No one had come down on a spaceship to save her. Her parents hadn’t secretly lived. The world hadn’t magically become more accepting. She hadn’t suddenly woken up to be normal one day. But she had just met a mother fucking dragon and she was going an a fucking magical adventure even if it landed her in lock up again.
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