[ 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. ]
[ ...So, not good news, then. He figured as much, considering the noise, but just seeing Silco not so put together is honestly a better show of it. However, if Tezcatlipoca is concerned in any way, that's not what he expresses. ]
Yeah, I sleep, asshole. It's why I'm real fuckin' thrilled about your revelation here.
[ He huffs and pushes past Silco and let himself into his room. It's not out of being nosy, but he's letting himself in to have a place to sit. He's not going to have this conversation while he's in the hall. ]
What, you think I wanted that apartment in Kowloon just for fun?
[ He does know Silco well enough to not get to it immediately, at least. He'll ease into the conversation, since if he's too blunt about it, he'll withdraw. And in Silco's case? That likely means more fits later. ]
[ Says Silco. Who assume a lot of things. ] My experience is mostly with demons, you know, and they do not sleep.
[ He doesn't even complain, but there's an effort to put himself back together. He ran a hand through his hair, and straightened his clothing. Looking more like himself, but only barely just. There was something thrumming beneath his skin, like that untamed beast he kept reigned in and leashed. This, of course,is how he reacts to Good news. ]
Well, next time I will keep my questions to daytime hours, hm? Allow you the beauty sleep you need.
[ A spread of his hands. Silco is very good at pretending to be normal when he wants to be. ]
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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. ]
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Yeah, I sleep, asshole. It's why I'm real fuckin' thrilled about your revelation here.
[ He huffs and pushes past Silco and let himself into his room. It's not out of being nosy, but he's letting himself in to have a place to sit. He's not going to have this conversation while he's in the hall. ]
What, you think I wanted that apartment in Kowloon just for fun?
[ He does know Silco well enough to not get to it immediately, at least. He'll ease into the conversation, since if he's too blunt about it, he'll withdraw. And in Silco's case? That likely means more fits later. ]
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[ Says Silco. Who assume a lot of things. ] My experience is mostly with demons, you know, and they do not sleep.
[ He doesn't even complain, but there's an effort to put himself back together. He ran a hand through his hair, and straightened his clothing. Looking more like himself, but only barely just. There was something thrumming beneath his skin, like that untamed beast he kept reigned in and leashed. This, of course,is how he reacts to Good news. ]
Well, next time I will keep my questions to daytime hours, hm? Allow you the beauty sleep you need.
[ A spread of his hands. Silco is very good at pretending to be normal when he wants to be. ]
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