[Silco pulls and tugs. He pulls and tugs. They want something out of the other that they are loathe to hand over so easily. As time as went on, they have inched closer, and closer, and you know...it might as well be a dance at this point.]
[They might as well already have each other in their arms. They just need an excuse to move. It might be an innocent, naive little idea. But he wants it. And hasn't he been so good in pursuing what he wants, as of late?]
You want that, huh.
[He takes the man by the chin, tipping him upward, letting himself drift forward - but not yet taking what he should be owed, merely hanging there. Letting his lowered eyelashes frame vivid red.]
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[They might as well already have each other in their arms. They just need an excuse to move. It might be an innocent, naive little idea. But he wants it. And hasn't he been so good in pursuing what he wants, as of late?]
You want that, huh.
[He takes the man by the chin, tipping him upward, letting himself drift forward - but not yet taking what he should be owed, merely hanging there. Letting his lowered eyelashes frame vivid red.]
Would you dance with me, Silco?