[To all of that. He can't help it really, tilt his head, let his bangs shift, a little more of his eerie gaze peek out from behind his bangs. The smoke tickles his nose, and he sniffs, but he doesn't cough or wheeze. Or even breathe, really.]
Weren't you taunting me into that? Or did you just expect me to lay pretty for you, Silco?
[He feels like they're dancing around a topic, here, like a tongue to briefly lick and taste something uncertain. He wants to see if Silco, too, will have a taste.]
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[To all of that. He can't help it really, tilt his head, let his bangs shift, a little more of his eerie gaze peek out from behind his bangs. The smoke tickles his nose, and he sniffs, but he doesn't cough or wheeze. Or even breathe, really.]
Weren't you taunting me into that? Or did you just expect me to lay pretty for you, Silco?
[He feels like they're dancing around a topic, here, like a tongue to briefly lick and taste something uncertain. He wants to see if Silco, too, will have a taste.]