You'll have to let me know when you got something, then.
[ Will Silco? Hell if Amos knows; he'd consider the odds about 50/50. There's no doubt in his mind that Silco's going to want to hold onto some trade secrets, but then again, he's smart enough to know not to withhold everything from a potential ally — and as long as they're both Zenites, that's what they are in his eyes.
Amos wants to spend more time here, too. He wants to be here throughout the days; he needs the time to work his ins, to find that pawn shop, to establish himself. It's a completely different world here — he isn't a little boy on the streets of Baltimore, nor is he a teenaged grunt. For the first time, there's potential for him to have his own agency in a place like this — somewhere that he recognizes is comfortable, because now in addition to knowing the rules, he has the size and the strength to back himself up. He can make his place here, he can use it as it's meant to be used, and it can be all for him.
So he powers through the discord until he recognizes he's too on edge, until he recognizes his irritability and discomfort is going to make him say the wrong thing to the wrong person, and then he retreats. He's testing his limits every day because he has no other choice; because he's been through worse.
He reaches up to give Silco another friendly little pat on the shoulder; time for him to get exploring again. ]
Well, as long as you got faith. I should probably meet 'em one day.
[ Surely not having the woodchipper there is literally the most distrustful and dishonest thing Silco will ever do in his life. ]
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You'll have to let me know when you got something, then.
[ Will Silco? Hell if Amos knows; he'd consider the odds about 50/50. There's no doubt in his mind that Silco's going to want to hold onto some trade secrets, but then again, he's smart enough to know not to withhold everything from a potential ally — and as long as they're both Zenites, that's what they are in his eyes.
Amos wants to spend more time here, too. He wants to be here throughout the days; he needs the time to work his ins, to find that pawn shop, to establish himself. It's a completely different world here — he isn't a little boy on the streets of Baltimore, nor is he a teenaged grunt. For the first time, there's potential for him to have his own agency in a place like this — somewhere that he recognizes is comfortable, because now in addition to knowing the rules, he has the size and the strength to back himself up. He can make his place here, he can use it as it's meant to be used, and it can be all for him.
So he powers through the discord until he recognizes he's too on edge, until he recognizes his irritability and discomfort is going to make him say the wrong thing to the wrong person, and then he retreats. He's testing his limits every day because he has no other choice; because he's been through worse.
He reaches up to give Silco another friendly little pat on the shoulder; time for him to get exploring again. ]
Well, as long as you got faith. I should probably meet 'em one day.
[ Surely not having the woodchipper there is literally the most distrustful and dishonest thing Silco will ever do in his life. ]