[ He walks away, and Silco's shoulders relax only slightly, before he turns back toward the counter, where the cigars are.
There's a robot here who seems to do all the stocking. Where they come from, he doesn't know. He starts to reach, his fingers quick, to slide around a pack of cigars, and tug it back towards him, to dart back into his coat.
The robot doesn't notice.
Gadriel probably does, with how he's coming back.
Silco takes one look at him, and blinks a single eye before turning to him. ]
And what is it this time? I'm interested what your excuse will be.
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There's a robot here who seems to do all the stocking. Where they come from, he doesn't know. He starts to reach, his fingers quick, to slide around a pack of cigars, and tug it back towards him, to dart back into his coat.
The robot doesn't notice.
Gadriel probably does, with how he's coming back.
Silco takes one look at him, and blinks a single eye before turning to him. ]
And what is it this time? I'm interested what your excuse will be.