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With his holowatch firmly in place and activated, Syx strode into the small tattoo parlor wearing his most often used dark skinned face. His afro filling a portion of the space his blue head did in order to help the disguise generator. He found that the less the watch had to drastically fabricate the more realistic the disguise and the longer the charge lasted. Generating flowing hair and clothing he wasn’t actually wearing stressed the-the algorithms in the watch and increased the likelihood he’d end up looking like a CGI character come to life. 

Smoothing out his leather jacket, Syx grinned at his uncle and leaned against the counter. Chatting about business and news since he’d been in prison. Passing on messages from those who were still inside. 

Noticing Paige coming in he gave her a little wave, heading over toward her and plopping down in her tattoo chair as if he hadn’t turned down every offer she’d ever made to give him one. He flashed her a wide charming smile, green eyes shining. 

“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs. 

“Holographic disguise. It’s hardly like I can just use makeup to avoid standing out. Not with his head,” Syx waved at his overly large dome. Drawing patterns on the water bottle he kept his eyes on his lap, “The safe thing to do would not associate yourself with a dangerous escaped convict and known super villain.”

He risked a glance up at her, “But I would miss seeing you.”

Paige gazed at the alien for a moment, seeing his expression she knew without a doubt that he was being sincere. She took a deep breath in, running her hands through her hair again, fluffing it before dropping her hand at her side. 

“…Well you don’t have to stop seeing me… you know..” she muttered, looking away. It was a hard decision for her, one that she wasn’t sure if she was even really doing properly. Yes, he had lied.. and it was something that she hated more than anything… but being able to understand it, it made sense… and part of her didn’t blame him for what he did. 

Syx rubbed his face feeling horribly awkward and he curled up in the chair, “Where you we even go from here?”

He hadn’t ever pictured this as a possible outcome. Hadn’t envisioned what he could possibly do or say. Feeling wholly unprepared he let out a soft laugh, “Well I suppose this means tattoos are no long out of the question.”