[It was expected that Silco would refuse. He was actually counting on it, knowing what he did of the man and their current typical interactions with one another. It was a constant push and pull, seeking to hurt one another and control the flow of the conversation. Refusals were easy.
Vander bent to pick up the lighter that Silco had tossed at him, flipping it over his fingers as he walked over to stand in front of the older man. At this angle, he could see the streak of gray plainly in Silco's hair, and the deep lines of twisted flesh from scarring were far more jagged from his greater height.
He made a point of setting his cigarette end between his lips to free up his hand and perhaps make it seem like he had put the request aside.]
Oh, I do my best not to think or talk about you to the people I interact with here. I'll let you tarnish your own reputation with your sour angry little man act.
[Suddenly, Vander stepped closer, swinging one leg up and then simply seated himself on Silco's skinny little crossed thighs. His arms moved up so he could rest his forearms on the wall behind Silco so their chest were nearly touching. He dipped his head to try to set his cigarette to the end of Silco's cigar end long enough to light it.]
Well, if word on the street is correct at all, you're going to have to share something with me so the string attached to us unbinds. I figure you've been dying to let loose on how you really feel about me, brother.
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Vander bent to pick up the lighter that Silco had tossed at him, flipping it over his fingers as he walked over to stand in front of the older man. At this angle, he could see the streak of gray plainly in Silco's hair, and the deep lines of twisted flesh from scarring were far more jagged from his greater height.
He made a point of setting his cigarette end between his lips to free up his hand and perhaps make it seem like he had put the request aside.]
Oh, I do my best not to think or talk about you to the people I interact with here. I'll let you tarnish your own reputation with your sour angry little man act.
[Suddenly, Vander stepped closer, swinging one leg up and then simply seated himself on Silco's skinny little crossed thighs. His arms moved up so he could rest his forearms on the wall behind Silco so their chest were nearly touching. He dipped his head to try to set his cigarette to the end of Silco's cigar end long enough to light it.]
Well, if word on the street is correct at all, you're going to have to share something with me so the string attached to us unbinds. I figure you've been dying to let loose on how you really feel about me, brother.