waynewoodridge-mcpd:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike. 

He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.

“Oh… uh, thank you?”

Syx glanced up at Wayne with a frown, “I wouldn’t know,” being so new to the multiverse he’d only met a small portion of the new players.

Sheldon just shrugged, “Harrison knows a lot of people, especially blue people. It’s bound to happen,” he stepped closer to Wayne, not really sure what to make of the man before him.

Slumping back on his bike Syx just shrugged sullenly. He didn’t know how to deal with this situation. These people. He waved a hand, “Yeah, well… I won’t keep you from your date then.”

“Fair enough. Then again his building is pretty hard to miss. Got his little fingers in everything too, just like you.” Wayne smirks and pokes Sheldon in the side playfully before looking over at Syx and scratching the back of his neck a little.

“ Mm… I’d say you owe me ice-cream but…” He didn’t know how well this guy was going to be around them, even with little jests like that.

Syx just blinked at him, “I don’t buy ice cream,” especially not for pigs, but he bit his tongue on that part. 

He felt far too unstable right now. This wasn’t his Wayne and it was throwing him off horribly. He struggled to find some kind of balance, but was failing horribly. 

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syx-blue:

syx-blue:

Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike. 

He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.

“Oh… uh, thank you?”

Syx’s eyes slid up to Wayne, this was the first time anyone other than Minion had ever said his name since he was 8 days old and now he had two people using it, “I.. um… Thank you…” he trailed off and looked back at Sheldon. He didn’t know what to say, but he felt he should say something, “I’m a… friend… of Harrison. He’d mentioned you to me.”

Sheldon just blinked, “Oh…” Harrison had told him about quite a few other blue he hadn’t met yet. His brother seemed to know everyone or at least of everyone.

“Harrison just seems to be at the centre of everything, doesn’t he?” Wayne huffs in amusement, crossing his arms loosely and watching the exchange continue between Syx and Sheldon, ready to step in if any more tensions pop up.

Syx glanced up at Wayne with a frown, “I wouldn’t know,” being so new to the multiverse he’d only met a small portion of the new players.

Sheldon just shrugged, “Harrison knows a lot of people, especially blue people. It’s bound to happen,” he stepped closer to Wayne, not really sure what to make of the man before him.

Slumping back on his bike Syx just shrugged sullenly. He didn’t know how to deal with this situation. These people. He waved a hand, “Yeah, well… I won’t keep you from your date then.”

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syx-blue:

syx-blue:

Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike. 

He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.

“Oh… uh, thank you?”

Syx cringed a bit at the butchering of his name, but was impressed that the man got as close as he did.

Automatically Sheldon corrected the pronunciation in a daze, “[Zissyxsus]” as he just slowly tipped his head at the other blue alien before him. He’d never spoken to any of the others about what they might have been called in their own language, hadn’t ever thought to. The versions of himself were similar but distinctly different. Hearing that name though… made him suddenly question that assumption when it came to this man.

Wayne repeats what Sheldon says, once getting it wrong again before trying for the last time and actually managing to say it correctly.

“… Sounds kinda nice” He murmurs, stroking the back of Sheldon’s neck a little lighter. He wanted to say something else but it seemed Sheldon and the other guy were locked into some kind of staring thing.

Syx’s eyes slid up to Wayne, this was the first time anyone other than Minion had ever said his name since he was 8 days old and now he had two people using it, “I.. um… Thank you…” he trailed off and looked back at Sheldon. He didn’t know what to say, but he felt he should say something, “I’m a… friend… of Harrison. He’d mentioned you to me.”

Sheldon just blinked, “Oh…” Harrison had told him about quite a few other blue he hadn’t met yet. His brother seemed to know everyone or at least of everyone.

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syx-blue:

syx-blue:

Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike. 

He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.

“Oh… uh, thank you?”

Sheldon couldn’t help the snort that came out, “Six Blue? You got named after a number and a color? Our skin color? Did your parents hate you because I would have changed that first thing.”

Syx clenched his fists, his jaw snapping, “S. Y. X. and Dad had tried but humans can’t really pronounce [Zissyxsus] now can they?” the name he said rolled off his tongue easily, his face flushing as he said his real name. The only thing that was easy to make out of the rolling word was the YX sound in the middle. Thus, he’d been called Syx.

When he heard the name Sheldon froze, eyes wide as he stared at Syx. It had been a very long time since he’d heard his own name spoken. He hadn’t ever used it for himself. Minion had never said it. He barely ever thought of it anymore. His parents had certainly never asked if he’d come with a name. He wasn’t sure how to feel about this new development at all.

“ [Sissyxzus]?”  Wayne tried to repeat, almost automatically. He had no idea how but the same sounds that Syx had made, some managed to come out of his mouth and his tongue curled around quite easily.

“ That’s your real name?” He asks, looking between Sheldon and Syx, seeing his lover frozen he gently rubs the back of his blue neck.

Syx cringed a bit at the butchering of his name, but was impressed that the man got as close as he did.

Automatically Sheldon corrected the pronunciation in a daze, “[Zissyxsus]” as he just slowly tipped his head at the other blue alien before him. He’d never spoken to any of the others about what they might have been called in their own language, hadn’t ever thought to. The versions of himself were similar but distinctly different. Hearing that name though… made him suddenly question that assumption when it came to this man.

waynewoodridge-mcpd:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike. 

He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.

“Oh… uh, thank you?”

“You’re a monster!” Sheldon exclaimed in mock horror and some actual distress, “You wouldn’t…”

Syx made a distressed noise as they started to move away. Shitshitshit! Harrison was friends with this Sheldon, had said he wanted them to meet. FUCK! This was going to end up looking bad and he really didn’t want to ruin the impression his potential new lover had of him. Plus his own curiosity over both of them wared against his self-hatred. Cursing he called out, “Look we got off on the wrong foot, okay? My name is Syx Blue.”

Wayne stopped when Syx called out and sighed, turning and crossing his arms.

“Wrong foot indeed.” He wasn’t amused by this guy in the least but he’d give him a second chance. Besides, he was another blue… Sheldon might like to stick around, get to know him.

Wayne hoped he wasn’t making a mistake.

Sheldon couldn’t help the snort that came out, “Six Blue? You got named after a number and a color? Our skin color? Did your parents hate you because I would have changed that first thing.”

Syx clenched his fists, his jaw snapping, “S. Y. X. and Dad had tried but humans can’t really pronounce [Zissyxsus] now can they?” the name he said rolled off his tongue easily, his face flushing as he said his real name. The only thing that was easy to make out of the rolling word was the YX sound in the middle. Thus, he’d been called Syx.

When he heard the name Sheldon froze, eyes wide as he stared at Syx. It had been a very long time since he’d heard his own name spoken. He hadn’t ever used it for himself. Minion had never said it. He barely ever thought of it anymore. His parents had certainly never asked if he’d come with a name. He wasn’t sure how to feel about this new development at all.

waynewoodridge-mcpd:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike. 

He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.

“Oh… uh, thank you?”

Sheldon spared his mate a glance, “You did, but I like this suit,” he preened, “And you know you love it too.”

Syx blinked at the pair, the gears clicking in his head. Sheldon Scott… the blue man raised by the Scott family… and Wayne Woodridge the muscle-bound fly boy raised in the prison. It was like looking into a fun-house mirror of his life. Seeing their easy comfort, they way they touched each other, filled him with a horrible dark envy. Wayne was a cop. Sheldon was someone that Harrison was close with and said he was in business too. Would have grown up with that silver spoon in his mouth that Syx had always hated Wayne for.

How many times had he longed for that life himself? Craved it. Hell, that was one of the reasons he’d first envisioned the reset button. But seeing it? 

His jaw clenched, glaring at the couple. He couldn’t even find words.

“ You know I was going to smear ice cream on your top, right?” Wayne asks, grinning, though he had no more ice cream now thanks to a certain someone.

Looking over at Syx, Wayne gently tried to guide Sheldon away.

“C’mon let’s go get some cones, this guy needs to sort himself out.” He says softly, that glare was absolute murder and he didn’t want to stick around and risk a fight, or Sheldon getting hurt somehow.

“You’re a monster!” Sheldon exclaimed in mock horror and some actual distress, “You wouldn’t…”

Syx made a distressed noise as they started to move away. Shitshitshit! Harrison was friends with this Sheldon, had said he wanted them to meet. FUCK! This was going to end up looking bad and he really didn’t want to ruin the impression his potential new lover had of him. Plus his own curiosity over both of them wared against his self-hatred. Cursing he called out, “Look we got off on the wrong foot, okay? My name is Syx Blue.”

waynewoodridge-mcpd:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike. 

He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.

“Oh… uh, thank you?”

“Not everyone,” Syx snapped, “Just cock sucking PIGS!” he was getting ridiculously angry, enough that if he was in his right mind he’d be horribly embarrassed about it.

It was at that point that Sheldon turned up, dressed to the nines in a light grey suit. He took in his upset boyfriend and the screaming blue man and slide up beside Wayne, wrapping a possessive arm around him. Narrowing his eyes at the thug version of himself before them Sheldon said lowly, “Watch your tongue. There is exactly one person that’s allowed to call him that and never in that context.”

“Wow.” Was all Wayne could say. Guy had obvious issues, and he wasn’t about to stick around to let the man lay em all on him.

Though, at that point, Sheldon actually turned up and Wayne looked down at him, wrapping an arm back around him.
“Oh there you are. Didn’t I say casual?” He asks with a raised eyebrow at the suit, side-eyeing Syx a little just to make sure he wasn’t about to be on the attack or anything.

Sheldon spared his mate a glance, “You did, but I like this suit,” he preened, “And you know you love it too.”

Syx blinked at the pair, the gears clicking in his head. Sheldon Scott… the blue man raised by the Scott family… and Wayne Woodridge the muscle-bound fly boy raised in the prison. It was like looking into a fun-house mirror of his life. Seeing their easy comfort, they way they touched each other, filled him with a horrible dark envy. Wayne was a cop. Sheldon was someone that Harrison was close with and said he was in business too. Would have grown up with that silver spoon in his mouth that Syx had always hated Wayne for.

How many times had he longed for that life himself? Craved it. Hell, that was one of the reasons he’d first envisioned the reset button. But seeing it? 

His jaw clenched, glaring at the couple. He couldn’t even find words.

waynewoodridge-mcpd:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike. 

He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.

“Oh… uh, thank you?”

Syx was quite used to getting man handled by police. What he wasn’t used to his getting handled like that by Wayne. Like most times when Wayne handled him with any force, Syx went limp. He couldn’t tell if he was scared or turned on by the difference. In his shock he lay against his bike once released, voice incredulous, “You’re a pig? Of fucking course you are. Making Daddy proud are you?”

“Oh my god. Seriously? Is this how you treat everyone you just meet or is it only specific to guys like me?” Wayne groans and puts a hand over his eyes before rubbing his temples.

He was about ready to just walk away from this crazy blue boy with obvious issues.

“Not everyone,” Syx snapped, “Just cock sucking PIGS!” he was getting ridiculously angry, enough that if he was in his right mind he’d be horribly embarrassed about it.

It was at that point that Sheldon turned up, dressed to the nines in a light grey suit. He took in his upset boyfriend and the screaming blue man and slide up beside Wayne, wrapping a possessive arm around him. Narrowing his eyes at the thug version of himself before them Sheldon said lowly, “Watch your tongue. There is exactly one person that’s allowed to call him that and never in that context.”