Sweet Treats

lotuseaterdragora:

syx-blue:

Syx’s eyebrows climbed his forehead and he rolled his eyes up into his skull with a weary sigh, “Riiiiiight. Syx than.”

The villain curled his lip, immediately put off the the reek of the man’s superiority complex, warranted or not. It left a bad taste in his mouth, killing what little interest the man’s appearance had peeked. He was curious what relationship the odd man had with Harrison, but… it just wasn’t worth it. Not right now.

“Uh, huh, with that attitude I can’t imagine why,” Syx snatched another box of cookies off the shelf and stuffed them in his basket. He mentally revolted against the very idea of who he would and wouldn’t talk to or deal with. No matter who that advice came from. But the man’s attitude set him off. Blushing past with his basket in hand, the blue alien, “I can say the same,” not worth his breath or stress, his mate was waiting at home, “Ciao ciao.”

Exactly, Drago is a sweet piece of shit. You would need to be extra sweet to be able to swallow his Serum of spicy personality. Not for weaks, evidently. When Syx passed by to walk away, he smiled , containing the pleasure for cause a reaction. An idea wishpered over his ear suddenly. It was mean and with no defined porpouse, but still could be useful in a very late future. A blue man, that knows the other blue aliens, probably they see to each other and probably not. Who knows if this Alien has a weak spot like the other two. A small little tiny part of his might be sorry, this one has style, but then remember the species he belongs and that spark of mercy is washed away immediately. The djinn observed the other’s back, slim, covered in black, carrying a D-gun, the same weapon he stole from Harrison, now safe at home.Smirking, he shrugs to himself, before his lips began to move silently, bringing to modern times an old spell, Drago raised a hand and his finger tips caressed his lips, his breathe changed to fog, and the fog to dust. He feels the magic running through his throat, the same vibrating sensation he has in all his body, so unusual and at the same time familiar. The dust traveled like a breeze towards Syx in a second, caressing the exposed back of his crane, landing there like if it was nest for curses. It moved itself, drawing in black ink with the elegance of calligraphy, a trace, then two, a half circle, and a last touch, finishing until there was a tattoo with the size of a child’s palm…. Maybe Syx would notice, maybe not. Drago turned around and used his magic to make float all the things he needed from the displays. Humming content, smiling innocently…When he took all, he simply walked towards the door. “Excuse me sr! You need to pay for that! the register machine is on this side!“ – The poor young emplooyer called Drago, assuming that the man with vandal aspect was not going to listen to him, still he gave a shoot and tried..

Syx felt a shiver go up his spine as if eyes where on him. It centered to the back of his head, that itch of being watched, but he knew who it was who was looking at him, so he refused to give in and turn around. However when the bully of a man walked out without paying… Syx sighed heavily. De-hydrating his selection and stowing it in his pocket, he slipped out before cops could be called.

Sweet Treats

lotuseaterdragora:

“Hahahahha!” Drago chuckles, amused to find someone that is EXACTLYsame as the others. -”That was a very cute presentation, considering you are a villain” He crossed one arm front his chest and the other under his chin while keep his fingers from barely hide the smile that grew over this lips.

“I call all of you Blue, so that wont make you different. And I will assume that Mr. Harrison Suck-dick Drake didn’t warn you about me. Is weird. He usually warn all the blue guys, like some kind of Big Mamma, protecting his loyal puppies. “ He snorted, pursing his lips, considering if it worth his time…

“Mmmm Nope. I don’t think you worth my time.” – he shrugged – “Ask Harrison. “ He grinned considering let him go with a present. Hand on his chin thinking in what to do with him. Drago was tired to try to be nice. Sheldon already showed to be a waste of saliva. He tried to give him a chance to fix his shit but he prefered listen to Drake. The djinn doesn’t make the same mistake twice.

Syx’s eyebrows climbed his forehead and he rolled his eyes up into his skull with a weary sigh, “Riiiiiight. Syx than.”

The villain curled his lip, immediately put off the the reek of the man’s superiority complex, warranted or not. It left a bad taste in his mouth, killing what little interest the man’s appearance had peeked. He was curious what relationship the odd man had with Harrison, but… it just wasn’t worth it. Not right now.

“Uh, huh, with that attitude I can’t imagine why,” Syx snatched another box of cookies off the shelf and stuffed them in his basket. He mentally revolted against the very idea of who he would and wouldn’t talk to or deal with. No matter who that advice came from. But the man’s attitude set him off. Blushing past with his basket in hand, the blue alien, “I can say the same,” not worth his breath or stress, his mate was waiting at home, “Ciao ciao.”

Sweet Treats

lotuseaterdragora:

syx-blue:

Still strongly contemplating getting a pack of smokes, not that he was planning on smoking them… not right now… but… Those thoughts swirling through his head, he turned a corner in the aisle without looking and smacked into a solid form.

Arms cartwheeling, he shifted into a defensive stance instinctually. His hand moving towards his de-gun before he even saw what or who he hit. When his eyes registered, he froze, mouth open, “Huh…?”

The guy was unlike anything he’d encountered before, but nice outfit certainly.

Dragora barely felt the little bag of bones touching him. If the dude crashed against him, he just felt it like if a courtain brushed slightly his side. A soft humm and his gaze moved away from his list, to rest on the blue man’s face. Drago’s lips’s pursed aside, looking at the alien with light interest. Scanning him, from up to down, trying to recognize him. At the end he noticed that it was not Harrison or Sheldon.

The corner of his lips melted into a slight half smile. Eyebrow up, half turning to face him. “Well well. When you crash on someone usually one say sorry. Not Huh” – Drago smirked, checking again the Alien attire. “No suit and tie…” he left the list back inside his pocket “…Finally a rebel” he added with a soft chuckle. Odd. The alien was odd. His tail waved with interest, wondering if also was cocky and arrogant like the rest. “Let me guess…. A DeGun, somewhere on your pants?” he tilts his head aside to confirm it.

Straightening, Syx crossed his arms, he really didn’t want to get kicked out of the shop for pulling a gun or have to flee from the cops. It was hard to enjoy a sugar snack on the run. Not that the thought didn’t have its own appeal… but it would detract from his ability to return to Anna in a timely manner.

“Sorry is for people who are sorry,” the villain snorted, “And that does greatly narrow down who you know. As far as I’m aware, versions of myself that lack my amazing fashion sense are far more rare,” he waved a hand over his leather-clad form. He really didn’t like that the stranger knew about his de-gun, but that was far from unexpected. It was his weapon of choice. He thrust out his chin, “And considering there are far too many of me that go by Megamind in this city, you can all me Mr. Blue.”

He fixed the man with a defiant gaze, he’d reclaimed that mocking moniker. His eyes daring the other to mock him for it, “And less rebel and more super villain. Titles are important,”

He was aware that he just announced that to the whole store… oops. Well, maybe the police run was going to be on the bill for today anyway depending on how the staff reacted if they overheard that.

“And you, my fine man?” he added with a sassy tongue pop.

Sweet Treats

lotuseaterdragora:

syx-blue:

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Minion was currently teaching Anna more about baking and Syx had been forcefully shooed from the kitchen by his fish for his crimes of stealing cookie dough. Also for the fact that last time he ‘helped’ bake he set the toaster on fire. They weren’t even using the toaster nor was it plugged in. The blue genius still swears that Minion purposefully booby traps the kitchen.

Syx had gone for a ride of his bike which after driving down the lake shore had brought him to the pier. But that proved boring fairly quickly, the lake not enough to hold his attention today. Which ended in him wandering the aisle of the supermart and glaring at anyone to he felt was staring at his skin or head. He’d gone out just in his studded leather jacket, tight black pants, his trademark boots, and a black t-shirt proclaiming ‘Alien Sex Fiend’ which he’d worn for Anna as a joke that morning and had forgotten about until he’d gotten to the store.

His little shopping basket was filling up, mostly with things Minion hated having in the Lair or at least looked at Syx disapprovingly for eating: twizzlers, every-flavor-jelly-beans, maple pop tarts, pixie sticks, and oreos. As it was, the blue alien was also contemplating a pack of smoke, not for now… but maybe for later. He really shouldn’t… but still… he added a box of chocolate covered raisins to his basket.

Shopping. He loves shopping. well. Not Really. He hates it. But there was no case in complain now that he was inside the store with a floating basket at his side, while calmly, he selected the next cereal box. Super colorful or super healthy…………….Let’s go with Colorful. Healthy sucks.

Alixon stayed at home with the excuse that would be faster if he goes alone. The true was that the three kids now can explode things and she doesn’t want to pay more…..Or maybe was because the last time a kid tried to step on her foot with the fucking supermarket chart.

Cereal, milk, cookies, cookies dough, tea, syrup. Just buying the brands he knows he has issues to copy yet. He can make with magic the exact copy of it, but it doesn’t have a sense if it doesn’t taste the same too.

Wearing his heavy leather pants. long boots, mohawk hairstyle, and black ripped shirt with Arab letters, he continued with his task…

Still strongly contemplating getting a pack of smokes, not that he was planning on smoking them… not right now… but… Those thoughts swirling through his head, he turned a corner in the aisle without looking and smacked into a solid form.

Arms cartwheeling, he shifted into a defensive stance instinctually. His hand moving towards his de-gun before he even saw what or who he hit. When his eyes registered, he froze, mouth open, “Huh…?”

The guy was unlike anything he’d encountered before, but nice outfit certainly.

Sweet Treats

|| @lotuseaterdragora ||

Minion was currently teaching Anna more about baking and Syx had been forcefully shooed from the kitchen by his fish for his crimes of stealing cookie dough. Also for the fact that last time he ‘helped’ bake he set the toaster on fire. They weren’t even using the toaster nor was it plugged in. The blue genius still swears that Minion purposefully booby traps the kitchen.

Syx had gone for a ride of his bike which after driving down the lake shore had brought him to the pier. But that proved boring fairly quickly, the lake not enough to hold his attention today. Which ended in him wandering the aisle of the supermart and glaring at anyone to he felt was staring at his skin or head. He’d gone out just in his studded leather jacket, tight black pants, his trademark boots, and a black t-shirt proclaiming ‘Alien Sex Fiend’ which he’d worn for Anna as a joke that morning and had forgotten about until he’d gotten to the store.

His little shopping basket was filling up, mostly with things Minion hated having in the Lair or at least looked at Syx disapprovingly for eating: twizzlers, every-flavor-jelly-beans, maple pop tarts, pixie sticks, and oreos. As it was, the blue alien was also contemplating a pack of smoke, not for now… but maybe for later. He really shouldn’t… but still… he added a box of chocolate covered raisins to his basket.