WHO: Silco & Others WHAT: 2025 Catch-all π WHERE: the world is our oyster WHEN: Day or night WARNINGS: blanket warning for drug references, other subjects will be warned for in threads
[If only he could drag that smile back out and make it stay. Ah, well. Small victories where he can have them.]
[Small victories, instead of massive losses. They know what it means to lose.]
[A little sigh, as he nods in agreement, moving back off of Silco. He grimaces a little, swiping himself off to smear it on the table before he rezips himself. The laundry will absolutely be his go-to after this.]
Let's go, then. I suppose you don't need an escort?
[ He does the same, although he uses a kerchief, and tucks it into his pocket. It's already stiff with blood, but he may as well. It's ruined as it is. ]
Is the job done if I don't get back safe?
[ His eyebrow lifted, as if there's an implication of a deeper question there. Maybe there is. Maybe he just doesn't expect to take a separate way back. To be fair, they're going to the same place. ]
[He really could just say no. It's easy for him, anyways. He is becoming overly conscious of the scene around them, wine-red blood splattered on every surface. Vergilius swallows.]
[ Less one of his usual soft half-grunts, this one was more thoughtful than most were.
His hand is not heavy β it is a pressing weight at his back β he looked over his shoulder at him, his good eye focused on him for a moment, and he lifted his eyebrow, in silent communication. Saying something he wasn't going to say out loud, even as he didn't hesitate to move. ]
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[Small victories, instead of massive losses. They know what it means to lose.]
[A little sigh, as he nods in agreement, moving back off of Silco. He grimaces a little, swiping himself off to smear it on the table before he rezips himself. The laundry will absolutely be his go-to after this.]
Let's go, then. I suppose you don't need an escort?
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[ He does the same, although he uses a kerchief, and tucks it into his pocket. It's already stiff with blood, but he may as well. It's ruined as it is. ]
Is the job done if I don't get back safe?
[ His eyebrow lifted, as if there's an implication of a deeper question there. Maybe there is. Maybe he just doesn't expect to take a separate way back. To be fair, they're going to the same place. ]
Why don't you escort me anyway?
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[He really could just say no. It's easy for him, anyways. He is becoming overly conscious of the scene around them, wine-red blood splattered on every surface. Vergilius swallows.]
Why don't I. Go ahead, then.
[He places a hand against the man's back.]
Lead the way.
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[ Less one of his usual soft half-grunts, this one was more thoughtful than most were.
His hand is not heavy β it is a pressing weight at his back β he looked over his shoulder at him, his good eye focused on him for a moment, and he lifted his eyebrow, in silent communication. Saying something he wasn't going to say out loud, even as he didn't hesitate to move. ]
Come on, it's starting to stink in here.