Tag: the end?

Trouble Cubed

1000liveslived:

⚜ Syx ⚜

“Yeah, so?” Syx looked at Lyn in exasperation waiting for her to finish the thought but she never did, then pinched the bridge of his nose, “You’re as bad as a Sphynx.” 

“There… there are a lot of ways I could interpret that,” he sighed heavily, but waved a hand dismissively at the thought, “Yeah, neutral, I get it. Hell Sphynx,” he shook his head but pulled himself together as he prepared to leave. He had so much to do.

He softened and bit his lip, “Thanks, though, Emma. It’s more than I started with.”

She shrugged her shoulders at his complaint, unbothered by it in the slightest. He was a smart man, he would figure it out on his own, that much she had faith in. The way she worded it, the information Syx would gain couldn’t be traced back to her or her Father. Though it was definitely skating along the edge of it all, it was something she could easily reason away. After all, how could she possibly stand there and watch him as he was and do nothing…? She might enjoy their rivalry (if you could even call it a rivalry at this point), but she wasn’t heartless despite what she made herself out to be. 

“Yer welcome, big guy. Hope ya get it figured out sooner rather than later,” she smiled some, placing a hand to his arm, giving him a lingering look before continuing to walk towards the club they stood outside of.

“Me too,” Syx sighed. But that was defeatist. He squared his shoulders and fluttered his cape, “I always do in the end.”

As she left, he called out sincerely, “I appreciate it, Hell Cat.”

The small touch to his arm had meant more than words and his final call of the nickname was said in utter fondness, more than he was willing to admit. 

Sweet Treats

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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.

📚

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“How many of you does one city need?” Rockatoo grouses, slipping into Spanish rather than English for the complaint.

@syx-blue

“Like ya haven’ been doin’ the same thin’, blue boy. Actin’ like ya won’ be needin’ any sor’ of help. Especially here.” Considering both she and her husband had a fairly good hand over what was their part of the city, his insistence on going it alone, to Rockatoo, was painfully misguided.

“Oh really? I have three words for you Mrs. Delic,” he pointed up, “Orbital Death Laser,” with that, he squeezed the trigger on the de-hydrate setting.

The answer she’d been about to give is cut short, a momentary register of shock on the woman’s face just before a small blue cube clatters to the pavement.

Sighing, Syx hit the cube with de-coupage to keep it from uncubing too soon and gingerly picked it up and tucked it in his cape pocket with as much care as if it was a live grenade. What had he gotten himself into? But being seen as weak, that he could be bent to another’s will, especially to the will of a much more violent villain was just not an option. He set the rules, he didn’t play by other’s rules. He’d made it on his own on these streets since he was 15. He’d always gone his own path, never siding with the big gangs. The trick was doing it right. He was hardly alone anymore… nearly a thousand functioning brain bots and a team of a hundred that were battle trained and kitted out. His Uncles and other criminal contacts loyal to him. Police and Prison Guards on payroll. Favors owed to him by other villains and heroes. No… if this Rockatoo thought him weak and in need of help, she and her team had another thing coming. Still… he now had a cube to package and send off and a lot of plotting to do…

Pardon My Hand – Bluebell

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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

Wrapping an arm around Wayne’s arm protectively and to reassure his flustered mate, Sheldon raised a brow, “Backup? For what?”

Bell did a little shimmy, “Because little boy can’t handle all this,” she stuck out her tongue and waggled it suggestively at him, “Can you, pretty boy?”

“Oh sweet lord,” Sheldon groaned, she’d actually be gorgeous if she wasn’t so batshit insane. Actually, even that wasn’t necessarily a turn off in the right environment, but a public walkway was not it, “Turn down.”

Wayne just had to look when that tongue made an appearance and as soon as it waggled with that crazy look on the woman’s face, Wayne grabbed Sheldon’s hand and spun around.

“Right, we’re leaving. That’s enough. I’m done.”

Biting her lip and sniggering to herself, Bluebell waved to the departing pair, “Ciao-ciao, boys”

Personal Investigation

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Arms crossed she held her ground as he walked away. The man was a defensive rich asshole and her life was far better without him. As a parting remark, she added, “You know, I’d far rather be kidnapped by Megamind, smelly bag and all, than put up with you. At least Megamind actually manages entertaining insults. I’m not the one bereft of wit.” 

She should stop. She really should. She knew she should. But damn it, she always held herself back, around Megamind and Wayne was the only time she didn’t and faced with blue… it was hard to break that habit especially when her blood was as hot as it was currently. 

Harrison rolled his eyes as he walked away.  Of all the petty, self-centered, childish, boneheaded – that’s what she is! 

 Her final insults are frankly pathetic and the blue man doesn’t dignify them with a response.  He just keeps walking away, frankly disgusted by her ignorant, privileged judgement.  On his way out of the park he dumps the remaining donuts in a nearby trashcan.  He’s lost his appetite.  

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

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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.

“Like the watch? They’re different of course, the watch is hard-light projection, combined with the invisibility field that I use on the car. My security on Evil Lair is just a normal hologram that hides the physical door. I’ll leave it open for you, otherwise, you’d never get through the bio-scan,” Syx rattled off then gave him a wry smile, “I’ll have to call the Brain Bots off and reset their protocol after you get there. It requires a bio-scan. Just watch out for the teeth, they’re rather playful.”

“I will pretend I understood everything you said, dear. and not that you porpousely speak weird to make me feel bad and confused.” Okey, indeed it was somehow rude.Zagam thought, glaring at Syx with his eyebrow up. But he smiles anyway and steps forward.  

-” Teeth. just like my demon gods. I think that its the only part I might enjoy. “

Syx bit his lip as Zagam said that, oh enjoying biting could have wonderful connotations. His eyes darkened a but despite how he tried to keep his mind from wandering to other thoughts, “I might enjoy that too.”

“Ah, I mean…” he looked away, looked up at the devil, “See you then,” a small smile playing at the corner of his lip, “And I seem to have that affect on everyone. The confusion.”

“See you then, blue boy” Zagam winks at Syx, drawing a playfully *innocent* smile.  

“And don’t worry about the confusion, you will have time to explain me later.” he teases and walks forward, already planning to leave to attend other business. Indeed and interesting meeting.

💤💤

1000liveslived:

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Megamind had been performing a steak-out. Sitting on the roof of a nearby building. He’d had brain bots watching the place and tonight should have been the night. A gang had been planning on moving very dangerous weapons through his city and he could allow that. 

The night had dragged on. Too many long nights that he’d been building new machines and tracking this potential shipment. His eyes drooped and he was asleep before he knew it. 

He was falling …up… the ground disappearing beneath him until Earth was nothing but a marble in the black inkiness of space. His heart seized. No! Nooo! Not again!

Jerking wildly as he awoke, Megamind blinked in confusion at the face that swam into his vision. The expression making it hard to understand who he was looking at, memories blurring together as he tried to put the right name to the face in his half awake state with heart still hammering, “Wha…?”

Megamind hummed in agreement as he took the paper and slipped it into a hidden pocket. After a moment’s thought, he bit his lips and sighed.

Leaning down he took a pen and drew a sideways 6 a piece of paper so it looked more like as eye. Tapping it he told here, “I can get you a plaque or something, but just put this but in blue somewhere by the entrance or bar. Think of it as one of those security company logos and if someone does rob you, tell me. They won’t do it again.”

Any of the criminals in the area he held knew Mr. Blue/Megamind or would learn that name very fast.

Emma watched him in what it was he did, her head tilting curiously as he drew a 6 onto the piece of paper. She listened quietly as he spoke, nodding slowly to show that she was at least following along despite the time. She slanted a look up at him, examining him with a long look for a moment before taking a deep breath, her fingers closing over the paper. 

“..I’ll do that..” she assured him quietly, though couldn’t help but wonder what kind of issues it would bring by having that on her door. She wouldn’t voice those.. she would accept his generosity without complaint. “Thank you.”

Letting out a breath, Megamind nodded, “Your assistance was appreciated,” he was certain he could have gotten it himself, but she had saved him a lot of time and effort. 

Smoothing his cape back around him, he headed back toward the door, “Ciao, ciao, I’ll take you over the Hell Cat any day.” 

70. ( Anna visits Syx in prison )

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Nuzzling firmly against her, Syx hummed, “I love you too.”

Things were finally seeming to stabilize again and with it, he longed to show off his beautiful love to the world, or at least to those others in his life he cared about.

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Anna held the phone to her ear, pressing her hand flat against the glass that separated them. She was wearing his hologram watch.. she had changed her features just a bit, so she didn’t look as who she normally was. Her expression was warm and tender, swallowing. 

“..I miss you..” She murmured softly. Hyper aware that they were being listened to and watched, she sniffled, “..I found the car.. you had left it at the corner of Night’inham..” she told him softly

Anna felt her heart soar at his words, never able to tire of hearing those four simple words. She nuzzed her nose against his neck, pulling away to cup his cheek, her expression incredibly gentle.. and best of all?

Calm. She was so calm. It seemed that inner turmoil from before, that lingering sense of depression, the negative emotions that had fogged her eyes for so long were gone.

“Shower..” she urged, giggling as she remembered just why it was they had come into the bathroom. She shifted, pressing a kiss to his lips with a soft hum before pulling away to get the water started

Eagerly stripping out of his prison uniform and tossing it aside Syx slipped his arms around her, seeking skin. Humming the blue man kissed the back of her neck as she helped her out of her own clothing, “I want to see all of the /new/ you.”

His fingers tracing over every inch of her as they touched soft and sweet beneath the spray of hot water, Syx found nothing but joy. Muted noises of pleasure and loving bliss.

When the pair finally emerged from the steamy shower, he wrapped himself up in his fluffiest black robe. Leaning his hip on the counter and grabbing up his razor, Syx gave her a lopsided grin, “We should celebrate!”

Jess, [30.07.16 21:29]
The light touches, the feel of his hands along her wet skin, the feel of his lips against hers.. the combination of all of it sent Anna to a place she never thought possible. To a place, she never wanted to return from. She thought she couldn’t possibly love Syx more.. and yet here she was, her heart filling even further, to a seemingly impossible degree as they showed one another just how much love they held.

Coming out with him, her cheeks were just a bit flushed as she wrapped herself in a towel, the ends of it just barely covering the curve of her ass.

“Celebrate?” She prompted, looking at him in the mirror. She looked curious.. and it was almost a ghost like image of her ebony ears perking.. but there were no ears. No tail!!!

She beamed, her eyes almost shining with joy, “You think so? What should we do?”

Spooder Sam, [31.07.16 19:16]
Lathering his face and beginning to shave off his stubble Syx hummed in thought, “Weeeeell,” he grinned at her in the mirror, the happiness in her eyes lifting his heart, “Something big. This is huge. It deserves something just as momentous.”

Chuckling lightly he tapped his eyebrow where a faint scar remained, “The first big milestones in my life I had one of my uncle’s pierced my eyebrow.”

Jess, [31.07.16 19:33]
The intrigue in her expression was clear, tilting her head just a bit, “A piercing?” She pursed her lips, “..You think I should get a piercing then?” She asked, clearly considering the idea of it.

Spooder Sam, [01.08.16 19:15]
“I think you should do something that will be meaningful to /you/,” Syx leaned in for a kiss, getting shaving cream on her in the process.

“That’s just one option!” he waved the razor about as he continued, “you could dye your hair, or get a tattoo…” he trailed off in thought.

“You could make it yours,” Syx offered softly, not sure if his sudden idea would be well received, “Instead of something you’re stuck with. Change it so that /you/ own it.”

After all, that’s what he did. Find a way to own the features he could never change.

Jess, [01.08.16 22:56]
Anna had quite honestly been prepared for an emotional response to what he suggested, prepared for a flush of unease and that lingering sense of depression to rise to the surface again. But there was none of that. She simply felt intrigued by the idea, her expression showing that as she mulled over what it was she could get.

“..You know?” She prompted, reaching to wipe at the shaving cream on her face that she had momentarily forgotten about. “..That sounds like a really good idea. That’s.. yeah! I like that,” she smiled easily, a casual ease to her now as she tapped his nose with the fluffy white stuff he used.

“What could I get, though? Where would we get one at?” She prompted, unsure of just how it would work

Spooder Sam, [02.08.16 11:47]
“Excellent!” Syx smiled back at her, finishing shaving his chin, leaving the thin stripe. Wiping his face clean and fussing with aftershaves and lotions he continued, “It should be something meaningful to you, but I’d suggest color. It’ll fade so you’d have to get it touched up occasionally but you could even have the color parts faded into the design already on your back so it seems intentional!”

His mind was churning with ideas and his hands itched to go get his drafting pens, “Rebellion and self-expression should always be about finding you,” he laughed, “I certainly did enough experimentation in my teen years to start figuring that out.”

Jess, [03.08.16 10:51]
Anna considered what he said quietly, thinking about it rather than acting or getting overly excited. She simply remained calm as he spoke, thinking over the various different things that they could do.. though.

“I think I want a separate one entirely..” she murmured softly, rubbing at her arm a moment. “Keep the old news apart from who I am now,” she smiled some, moving to come press a kiss to his now cleaned cheek.

“..I really like this, though.. maybe on my arm..? A phoenix?” She prompted. She wasn’t entirely sure why that particular creature had popped to her head.. or why an image of the fire bird soaring through the sky rose. But it stuck out to her, and she latched onto it

Spooder Sam, [06.08.16 13:34]
With a content hum at the kiss, Syx wrapped his arms around Anna and pulled her close, “Fiery rebirth and new life? That seems fitting to me,” running his fingers over her cheek and down her neck to rest over her heart, he continued with the thought, “Or on your chest, wings spread over your collarbones? Or on your arm, it could have a long tail that goes down onto your forearm?”

Jess, [06.08.16 14:44]
She stepped against his form easily, moving to press her forehead against his and closed her eyes with a soft hum as she felt his hand rest over her heart that beat strongly against his palm. She merely listened to his words, humming softly.. though quite honestly, the idea of it being  on her chest.. she liked that just a bit more than on her arm.

“..I really like it being on my chest..” She murmured, “Except I couldn’t show it off if I have it there,” She grinned some, pulling away so he could see how she smiled, her eyes shining merrily. “Unless I went around topless all the time, of course..” She trailed off with a giggle

Spooder Sam, [08.08.16 12:35]
“Oh since when have I ever seen a scrap of clothing on you of your own feel will?” Syx teased. He’d had to chase her half naked form out if his workshop far too many times, shouting about safety. The fact that they always ended up hot and heavy after wasn’t encouraging the behavior at /all./

“Besides, Minion can design you something with wonderful low necklines,” he murmured, kissing her neck, “no ulterior motive here, none at aaaaall.”

Jess, [08.08.16 13:41]
The laugh had started off soft, contained mostly in her throat.. though soon the sound was filling the bathroom they were still in, letting her head tilt back as she gave into the desire to full on laugh.

By the time she calmed, she had tears in her eyes, smiling widely at him, “..Leave it to Minion, ey?” She teased, poking his nose softly.

“I think… yeah. I really like the idea of it being on my chest,” she grinned, taking a teasing, playful step back from him before turning, giving him a delightful view of her rear end. “Well!? What are you waiting for, slowpoke?” She teased, giggling as she practically skipped away

Spooder Sam, [08.08.16 18:45]
Laughing Syx jogged after her. With an evil grin, he spend up behind her. As his arms wrapped around her, he shouted, “Gotcha!”

“Bwahahaha, oh my Miss Anna it seems you have once again found yourself in my clutches,” he spun her around and hefted her awkwardly over his shoulder in a shift moment, balance swaying with a grunt, “You’ll- urk! -never escape now!”

Jess, [10.08.16 10:51]
Anna’s soft exclamation reached his ears as she was suddenly spun and lifted. Laughing softly now, she wrapped her arms around him as she hung upside down over his shoulder.

“Whatever shall I do!?” She exclaimed with a soft trilling giggle. She enjoyed the games they played, they had always cut through where her mind brought her on most days.. but this? This was so much more suddenly

Spooder Sam, [10.08.16 20:05]
“You can scream for help but no one will save you! Bwahahaha!” Syx staggered to the bed and dumped her onto it. With an evil grin, his fingers found her sides, seeking somewhere ticklish.

Jess, [11.08.16 13:25]
Her squealing laughter filled the air as she squirmed and writhed beneath him, trying to lightly push at him, though she certainly didn’t really try all that hard.

She suddenly gripped his shoulders and brought him down to her, trying to pin him against her.. tough he certainly was stronger than she was, still giggling breathlessly

Spooder Sam, [12.08.16 20:40]
Not resisting her pull, Syx overdramatized the act, sprawling on top of her.

“Vicious fiend!” he wailed, clinging to her in a mock struggle, “What cruel twist of fate awaits me in your clutches?”

Rolling with her, Syx stopped with her above him, his hands resting on her hips. A grin playing across his lips.

Jess, [17.08.16 22:28]
Anna laughed happily as they were rolled, shifting to prop her weight onto her hands as she smiled broadly down at him. “All kinds of horrendous things,” She said, playing right along with his theatrics.

She leaned down, rubbing their noses together with a soft little giggling noise. “Wanna go do the tattoo now?” She asked with a smile

Spooder Sam, [18.08.16 15:40]
“Ooooh we should,” Syx kissed her lips, “But… I,” another kiss, “Want to draw on,” a kiss to her nose, “You, first.”

Jess, [18.08.16 18:26]
Anna’s laughter was a bit breathless, her eyes dancing with love and joy, “..you know, I would /love/ that,” she agreed without so much as a moment of hesitation

Spooder Sam, [19.08.16 16:08]
Eyes lighting up, Syx pulled her up off the bed with him, “Come on then. To the markers!”

Barely pausing long enough to clad himself in a robe and slippers, Syx danced out into the lair proper. Pushing her back into a comfortable chair he brandished a fist full of colorful markers and a manic grin.

Jess, [20.08.16 14:26]
Anna didn’t hesitate to follow him into the lair, her soft laughter following her as she slipped into a chair, humming happily. Shifting, Anna slipped out of her shirt so that her torso was bared to him, humming as she leaned back to get more comfortable.

“Your patient is ready and willing,” She teased, winking

Spooder Sam, [20.08.16 15:50]
With a sly grin, Syx slid to his knees before her. Kissing both breasts and then another over her heart before he cracked open a marker to start drawing.

Jess, [20.08.16 16:16]
Reacting to such a simple kiss, Anna squirmed just a bit in her seat. She stilled though as he began to draw, watching him as the markers traced along her skin. It felt oddly.. erotic.

She stayed still all the way through it, though, never letting her eyes leave his face that was intense with concentration

Spooder Sam, [20.08.16 19:58]
Almost like a wide necklace, Syx drew the bird on Anna’s chest. Its wings outstretched in flight. The feathers spread out in a cascade of colors, becoming wisps of flame. The blue man bit his lip with a wide grin as he doodles the flame job on his girl. The birds head was raised high and proud, he wasn’t sure what sort of bird phoenix were supposed to be so he mimicked birds he’d drawn from life before. The ones that littered is draft paper and appeared in the corners of his schematics. The tail was last, dipping low between her breasts.

With the final stroke laid, he leaned up and kissed her, “Let me go get you a mirror.”

Jess, [06.09.16 11:07]
Anna wasn’t terribly happy that the kiss was over as quickly as it was, but she did sit up and wait for him to return. She smiled some, looking down at the portions of the drawing he had made that she could see. Already she knew that it would be beautiful.

As soon as he returned, she took the mirror, but not before she stole another kiss. Humming against his lips, she lingered before pulling away to look at the tattoo.

What she saw literally took her breath away, her eyes widening, “…Oh Syx…” she breathed, her hand reaching up to gently trace the lines on her chest. “..I want it.”

Spooder Sam, [11.09.16 20:32]
Leaning forward as he set the mirror aside, Syx captured her lips again. Pulling on her lower lip as he drew back, “I’m glad. I want you to have it too. My gorgeous wild tiger.”

Jess, [20.09.16 14:19]
Anna’s expression grew more gentle at his words, her lips curling up some, her eyes glowing with love for him, “Then what are we waiting for?!” She exclaimed, letting her smile grow on her lips, moving to sit up.

Spooder Sam, [20.09.16 16:20]
Laughing joyously Syx grabbed her up out of the chair before she could finish getting up. Spinning her around he planted a kiss on her as he set her back on the ground, “Okay, but we should both actually wear clothing for this.”

Jess, [23.09.16 12:17]
Anna’s own gentle sound of laughter mingled with Syx’s, her lips happily meeting his before he set her down. Her eyes shone with love for him, nodding in agreement, “Perhaps.. its a shame, though,” she teased, reaching to kiss him yet again, unable to get enough of him. She didn’t think she would ever be able to get enough of him, didn’t want to get used to the feeling of love she felt pulse in her chest, and certainly, would NEVER ignore the soft whisper of ‘mate’ in her mind

Blue Paint

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“Come on you silly thing, come to daddy,” Syx cooed to the old bot, waving it into his arms. Wrapping his arms around the distressed 98 and petting its dome soothingly, “Thank you for the assistance… Megamind… that feels really weird to say out loud I hope you know.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Eventually. She’d had to, after all, though after this long it doesn’t feel quite as weird for Megamind herself. “But yes, I do know.” Seeing the way his ‘bot was acting, the behavior is familiar enough that she’s worried about it as well.

Making sure all his bot were still accounted for Syx made his way out of his counterpart’s Lair. He gave the outside one more look over, he’d even had this location listed on his possible alternate hideouts. Well, he’d have to remove it from the list for sure now. It was no longer viable with someone already there.

Nodding to his female double, Megamind turned to make his way home, knowing he’d have to spend the next countless nights figuring out how this would affect everything.