[Vander had his back turned, but that did not stop him from rolling his eyes in the fact of the barked order. He had already moved as far as he was willing to, and he would remain rooted in that spot while leaning subtly forward to keep a conscious track of the magnetic pull to Silco behind him. Once it released him, he would leave immediately.
Of course, now that they weren't all up in one another grills, the burn by the cigar tip was throbbing unpleasantly. It would heal, but it would require attention. Like every interaction with Silco, he was somehow always left with a burning sensation somewhere on his body, and this time simply happened to be more literal than usual.
This would be easier to deal with if he had it in him to simply deck the other man unconscious and sit nearby until he was free. Instead, they must have looked absolutely ridiculous with Silco sitting primly on the bench and Vander with his arms crossed appearing as if he were waiting for someone to release his leash. The whole idiotic nature of the curse was not lost on him what with all the hound and dog references they tended to brandy about.
This actually was probably the worst holiday that he had ever heard of. Valentine's Day was obviously cursed.
So he waited. And waited. He tapped his fingers against his upper arms and stared at a point on the plain blank wall in front of him. Time seemed to crawl by, and all he wanted was a new pack of cigarettes and to 'steal' some food like any respectable Zaunite. Instead each second was like waiting for a shift to end while half buried under a pile of rocks. Freedom was so close and yet so decidedly denied.
Finally. Finally after what he thought was an eternity of suffering there was a sudden give to the tension on his lean. He took a step and was able to move. Then another. Thank Janna!
Vander rolled his shoulders and glanced back at Silco, and he did the only civil address that he could as he marched out of the foray of the apartment block. He flipped Silco the bird and slammed open the door to leave. Just because he didn't hate the guy didn't mean he wasn't irritated.]
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Of course, now that they weren't all up in one another grills, the burn by the cigar tip was throbbing unpleasantly. It would heal, but it would require attention. Like every interaction with Silco, he was somehow always left with a burning sensation somewhere on his body, and this time simply happened to be more literal than usual.
This would be easier to deal with if he had it in him to simply deck the other man unconscious and sit nearby until he was free. Instead, they must have looked absolutely ridiculous with Silco sitting primly on the bench and Vander with his arms crossed appearing as if he were waiting for someone to release his leash. The whole idiotic nature of the curse was not lost on him what with all the hound and dog references they tended to brandy about.
This actually was probably the worst holiday that he had ever heard of. Valentine's Day was obviously cursed.
So he waited. And waited. He tapped his fingers against his upper arms and stared at a point on the plain blank wall in front of him. Time seemed to crawl by, and all he wanted was a new pack of cigarettes and to 'steal' some food like any respectable Zaunite. Instead each second was like waiting for a shift to end while half buried under a pile of rocks. Freedom was so close and yet so decidedly denied.
Finally. Finally after what he thought was an eternity of suffering there was a sudden give to the tension on his lean. He took a step and was able to move. Then another. Thank Janna!
Vander rolled his shoulders and glanced back at Silco, and he did the only civil address that he could as he marched out of the foray of the apartment block. He flipped Silco the bird and slammed open the door to leave. Just because he didn't hate the guy didn't mean he wasn't irritated.]