[ It truly is simply food delivered, and given Silco's general... size, it's easy to assume that the man probably didn't exactly grow up eating much, and certainly had never gotten into the habit as an adult. Food was fuel, but it was something he did not frequently think about or prioritize, so it's almost with a disinterested air that he turned his mismatched eyes to Matt.
The office was bleak, a touch too-cold, and while there was a lounging area, two couches set in another section for deals and the like, a few paintings and sparse local plants were all that tried to infuse a personality into it. Things that were selected to look right, half like the room were staged for company, more than it was staged for Silco. The man was pretense mostly, after all, and what artwork he did like, he kept very hidden.
Well, except for that ashtray, maybe.
He stood, and stamped out that foul, vile smelling cigar into it, and tipped his head toward the area that was clearly set up for deals or negotiations. Another, glass, ashtray was pristine, clearly he'd entertained nobody today. ]
Just in time, then. Sit. It will be easier if you do not pass out.
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The office was bleak, a touch too-cold, and while there was a lounging area, two couches set in another section for deals and the like, a few paintings and sparse local plants were all that tried to infuse a personality into it. Things that were selected to look right, half like the room were staged for company, more than it was staged for Silco. The man was pretense mostly, after all, and what artwork he did like, he kept very hidden.
Well, except for that ashtray, maybe.
He stood, and stamped out that foul, vile smelling cigar into it, and tipped his head toward the area that was clearly set up for deals or negotiations. Another, glass, ashtray was pristine, clearly he'd entertained nobody today. ]
Just in time, then. Sit. It will be easier if you do not pass out.
[ He stood for the moment, however, eyeing him. ]