[ Of course it's locked! Tezca is 100% correct that the man never sleeps without something beneath his pillow, his door locked, and with his unblinking eye facing the door.
Maybe he should invest in therapy? Nah.
When the door opens, Tezca is greeted with a rare sight. Silco is disheveled, which in of itself is probably a sign that something is wrong. Hair askew, no makeup, he's wheezing, practically, but as soon as he saw it wasn't an enemy (hopefully) his tight pinched expression relaxed somewhat.
His lips twitched, but he didn't bar entry. ]
I didn't think you slept. Don't tell me I woke you.
[ Not that he, uh. Cares much. And he's mostly deflecting. ]
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Maybe he should invest in therapy? Nah.
When the door opens, Tezca is greeted with a rare sight. Silco is disheveled, which in of itself is probably a sign that something is wrong. Hair askew, no makeup, he's wheezing, practically, but as soon as he saw it wasn't an enemy (hopefully) his tight pinched expression relaxed somewhat.
His lips twitched, but he didn't bar entry. ]
I didn't think you slept. Don't tell me I woke you.
[ Not that he, uh. Cares much. And he's mostly deflecting. ]