Sweet. I'm glad Silas is finaly getting to meet some people. :3
He climbed the set of stairs on the opposite side of the mansion from his own room, though it didn’t mean much. Silas hesitated when he came to the top of the stairs, inhaling the scent that had set his stomach turning. That sweet smoke beckoned him and for a moment he thought about wandering further down the hallway to investigate, but then, decided against it. He wasn’t sure exactly who it was that lived on that side of the second floor, but he figured maybe it wasn’t best to impose on someone else’s space. After all, Silas himself seemed to get cranky whenever a foot passed by his room and disturbed his sleep.
Yet, before Silas had the chance to wander away from that hallway and skirt down his own corridor, a door opened and a golden frame peered out. Silas had seen the man before in passing, but had yet to actually meet him. The chance meeting took him a bit by surprise, but the Russian felt comfortable enough within the mansion. "Silas," he replied, studying the gas man that Cotl had removed and now held in his hands. It looked terrifying somehow, yet extremely intriguing. He wondered just what exactly he was using it for. "Agata," he added as an afterthought, letting his gaze travel back to the man’s face. "Vhat’s your name?"
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