[ Sending this blonde bundle of energy also seems to be the worst pairing to send with the man who looks like he's really just one bad interaction away from snapping. He doesn't smile, barely acknowledges poor Graham, and mostly is spending time in the Black Markets whispering in ears and exchanging gloved handshakes and promises. "Mister Fissure", after all, is known to work for a certain organization around these parts, and for the most part that means he's got a little bit of a leg up on getting information around the black markets.
That also means that Graham's chattering is grating on his nerves. It's nothing he's actually doing, but the man looks increasingly angry about something.
Even though when they get to said table, and Graham works his magic, Silco looks down at the disassembled pieces on the table, and his lips twitch, his jaw clenches, his fingers ball into his pocket, and he looks to the man across from them, and smiles.
Sharply. ]
I do hope you manufacture what you sell. I would hate to think what you're putting out today is inauthentic.
[ And then, after a moment: ] Tell me, can you only take things apart, or can you put them back together, too?
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That also means that Graham's chattering is grating on his nerves. It's nothing he's actually doing, but the man looks increasingly angry about something.
Even though when they get to said table, and Graham works his magic, Silco looks down at the disassembled pieces on the table, and his lips twitch, his jaw clenches, his fingers ball into his pocket, and he looks to the man across from them, and smiles.
Sharply. ]
I do hope you manufacture what you sell. I would hate to think what you're putting out today is inauthentic.
[ And then, after a moment: ] Tell me, can you only take things apart, or can you put them back together, too?