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Sweet Treats

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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.

Glitter pt 2

@rocking-rockatoo continued from here

The box exploding into glitter like that is hardly what Carmen had been expecting, but when it first bursts apart she flinches back reflexively. The action not enough to avoid being part of the glitter cloud, and she has to try to wipe it off her face before getting a look at what had happened.

It being specifically blue glitter is more than enough for her to figure out just who the box had been from, and she scowls. There would be retaliation for this.

Syx made sure to take as many pictures and video as possible of Rockatoo’s glitter covered form through his brain bot. The villain giggled madly over his cocoa as he watched the view screen. A large barrel of glitter still behind him, he was far from done with this.

Date Night

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“Onion jam? That doesn’t sound real,” Syx frowned. Slowly he picked over the plate but still avoided the green grass looking things. The rest, though throwing him off visually, was tasty if odd.

“Green is just the worst, but orange is usually good. I like carrots. So… roots, squashes, and fruits are good,” he shrugged, “If they happen to be green that’s okay. But I really hate salad.”

His nose crinkled, “I… can’t eat out of a can. Not right out of the can anyway,” bad memories of when he’d been on the streets always came back hard, “I always forget you started in prison too.” It was hard to remember when his date came off far more like those Syx had always found himself opposed to, even if they man in question always just drew him in deeper with fascination and interest.

“Seafood is a yes, I take it?” he hummed in extasy over the crab, “I adore it myself. I used to think tuna salad was heaven until Minion started cooking the real deal.”

“Oh god yes, seafood.   If it comes from the sea then it is for me,” Harrison replied, enjoying his little play on words.  And after all, his own plate nearly clean except for a few sand crumbs and greens. “I always liked the canned tuna growing up, but it wasn’t until Minion and I got out on our own that I really understood just how delicious fresh seafood can be.  And a year in Tokyo when I was first starting out made me a bit of a sashimi fanatic.”  He winks at his companion as he pushed the clean plate away.  Sashimi snob would probably be more accurate but he is trying to make a good impression.  

 “And I can’t believe you’ve never had onion jam.  It’s delicious.  I should have you over for dinner some time.  Gary makes these salmon and asparagus crepes with onion jam that are to die for,” he adds.  “Even Devin loves it.  We’re introducing him to soft solids and he loves sugar just like his daddy.”

Syx’s brows furrowed as he took another bite, finding he was growing quite fond of the unique taste of the edible sand, “Shu-shee-me?” he shook his head, “I’m not sure I know what that is. Minion makes sushi rolls sometimes when we have an anime night? I’m more familiar with Korean dishes… Uncle Jim used to bring us homemade gim and Minion would use it in everything he could think of,” he smiled fondly, “Outside of my Uncles and Minion’s experimentation I haven’t really tried many exotic foods.”

Actually, he’d rarely left the city. Never the country. It had always sounded appealing… but also terrifying.

A box is covertly placed outside of Rockatoo’s residence. It is unmarked and plain.

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The sight of the box is suspicious, more so with the lack of writing and plainness of it. Nudging at it with her foot, Carmen scowls down at the cardboard cube. Not knowing right away who it was from, she retreats, grabs one of Psycho’s currently-milling underlings to pick it up and see what was inside it. Though not letting them actually into the building yet.

@syx-blue

Syx watched through the video camera of his brain bot which was still under an invisibility field. When the box was moved by the underlings it exploded into a cloud of blue glitter that coated everything in a 20ft radius.