[ When Gen takes a glance, he’ll also see that Sebastian’s eyes are wholly different and much more honestly reflect what he truly is. With his pupils drawn into more snake-like slits and blood red irises so bright that they literally glow— It’s something that many a human has found heart stopping alone, even without a threat pressed up so tenderly against them. ]
Mr. Silco is my business.
[ His response is calm, but firm, even if there’s a few meanings to the statement just for Silco himself. As Gen’s hand flexes, so too does Sebastian’s, and he lets out a warning tut. He glances to Silco to see that unsaid command, and he laughs just a few soft notes. Well, at least it’s Gen, he thinks. The young man never liked him anyways, so there’s nothing to lose here.
There’s a quick, but precise flurry of movement from Sebastian. The flesh arm is one that he can easily deal with, but the prosthetic is both an unknown and likely able to exert more force, so the prioritization is simple. The knife leaves Gen’s throat, but it’s so that he can drive the knife into a gap in the prosthetic arm’s elbow joint. Sebastian may not know how it works, but he can at least make a guess. He drags the knife as much as he can in hopes that he’ll sever cords or whatever else inside. He imagines it’s functionally like tendons, after all. ]
yeah ok silco sebastian definitely believes you
Mr. Silco is my business.
[ His response is calm, but firm, even if there’s a few meanings to the statement just for Silco himself. As Gen’s hand flexes, so too does Sebastian’s, and he lets out a warning tut. He glances to Silco to see that unsaid command, and he laughs just a few soft notes. Well, at least it’s Gen, he thinks. The young man never liked him anyways, so there’s nothing to lose here.
There’s a quick, but precise flurry of movement from Sebastian. The flesh arm is one that he can easily deal with, but the prosthetic is both an unknown and likely able to exert more force, so the prioritization is simple. The knife leaves Gen’s throat, but it’s so that he can drive the knife into a gap in the prosthetic arm’s elbow joint. Sebastian may not know how it works, but he can at least make a guess. He drags the knife as much as he can in hopes that he’ll sever cords or whatever else inside. He imagines it’s functionally like tendons, after all. ]