| alatino Linotype;font-size:12px;line-height:13px;color:#000000;">Maybe end this soon since it's kind of old? Silas could head off once he finishes his cigarette. :] It was very hard for Silas to follow along with what it was that Razekiel was saying, but frankly the Russian boy didn’t care too much. As the end of his cigarette glowed with another breath, Silas found himself far more intrigued by this new discovery than what it was that Raze was saying, even if he had been the one to ask. He didn’t get much from the Tirones words, except that Inferni wasn’t a very friendly group of people. He’d have to keep that in mind for later, but at present, it didn’t worry Silas too much. His icy eyes watched Razekiel as he spoke of his clothes, and Silas merely offered a goofy grin in return. "I go to city and find some?" It was a question for him, whether or not he knew where it was Silas could score some new threads of his own. He had seen some before in dilapidated clothing stores, but nothing had caught his eyes quite like Razekiel’s clothing did. Perhaps he had looked in the wrong places, though he hadn’t really been searching in the first place. When his first cigarette was burnt to the filter, Silas flicked it away from his fingers and it was lost into the foliage surrounding them. He instantly reached for the second, knowing that he could always try to swipe some from his father (as he had seen the cartons his father had kept on the boat). Using the new lighter Razekiel had given him, Silas held flame and paper together and watched as the end of his second cigarette took flame. "Hmmm," he hummed in contentment as he grinned toothlessly to Razekiel. |
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