Then stand around the corner and look hurt over there, instead of playing this game.
[ He crossed an ankle over his knee, and pulled a fresh cigar out, slipping his fingers into pockets to pull out the clipper, and clip the end. A sharp shink that lets the end fall to the ground. he doesn't bother to pick it up, but instead lights it, and starts smoking again. He doesn't bother with waiting. Not after all of that.
He doesn't buy the malicious compliance for a second. They both had been good at that game, and Silco refused to move. Even if his skin itched and crawled, even if the thought of remaining here for one minute longer made him ill.
He needed to retreat. He would, slink back to the quarters as quickly as he could, but he wouldn't do it where Vander would find out where he's staying (as if he wouldn't be able to figure it out easily as it was.)
No, he would stubbornly wait, but if he didn't have to perceive him, all the better. That way, he can forget the words he said quicker. ]
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[ He crossed an ankle over his knee, and pulled a fresh cigar out, slipping his fingers into pockets to pull out the clipper, and clip the end. A sharp shink that lets the end fall to the ground. he doesn't bother to pick it up, but instead lights it, and starts smoking again. He doesn't bother with waiting. Not after all of that.
He doesn't buy the malicious compliance for a second. They both had been good at that game, and Silco refused to move. Even if his skin itched and crawled, even if the thought of remaining here for one minute longer made him ill.
He needed to retreat. He would, slink back to the quarters as quickly as he could, but he wouldn't do it where Vander would find out where he's staying (as if he wouldn't be able to figure it out easily as it was.)
No, he would stubbornly wait, but if he didn't have to perceive him, all the better. That way, he can forget the words he said quicker. ]