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“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.

“Hard to walk? So… you actually change shape then? It’s not just an illusion like mine,” Syx hummed in thought, “How does that work?”

“Actually you do,” Syx corrected, “I’ve watched Minion plenty of times before he kicked me out of the kitchen. Cakes normally have…” he squinted his eyes as he looked for the memory, “About a small spoon of salt in them.”

“Yes. human clothes don’t fit me well and the idea of walk exposed doesn’t fall into the mortal daily routine. They are a little picky when their eyes lay on you.” His lips formed a delicate grin, that could be more taken as a tease. “And no illusions, no. it works…..shapeshifting? my skin shape changes so fast that it’s almost imperceptible to the human eye.” Zagam shrugs, unable to form a more scientist explanation to describe the devils abilities.

“Haha, a spoon during the cooking. that’s just to help the ingredients to merge. Nothing has to do with chance the flavor of the cream into a salty cream. Would you add salt to your ice cream after served or salt to a simple coffee? “ he tilts his head aside to the question, fixing his eyes on Syx’s-

“Hmmm… no, but then most people look to my sugar intake the same way they’d look at adding salt to strange things,” Syx shrugged. 

Walking to the next part of the exhibit. It featured a large statue of Metro Man holding him up by the neck. The blue man cringed at the sight of it. Returning to the earlier part of the conversation he tipped his head, “What sort of parts do you have that don’t fit into standard clothing? Are you… like a werewolf or something? Or… wait you said devil. You don’t mean the whole hoofed foot thing is right, do you? I always figured that was as fictitious as unicorns.”