[ The coffee in these cafés was not... what Silco would consider good. Mind, his standard for coffee was the sort of black sludge that stood in for coffee in the undercity, a place so harsh that the air and water was poisoned -- the kind of thing that a vile, nasty little man would find pleasurable, or at least as a pick me up. Which was why he was currently making a face at the cup, between two books he'd picked up in the tomes, a third for notes, a small leatherbound thing he was notating something in.
Unfortunately, he happened to look up with a note of disgust to the man at the table next to him. Whereas Hythlodaeus has a certain... aura of calm about him, Silco is all sharp edges, violent. When he's smiled at, Silco only lifts an eyebrow, a note of sarcasm in his voice, when he says: ]
What, did I catch you staring?
[ Says the man, who very clearly could win a staring contest without trying. ]
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Unfortunately, he happened to look up with a note of disgust to the man at the table next to him. Whereas Hythlodaeus has a certain... aura of calm about him, Silco is all sharp edges, violent. When he's smiled at, Silco only lifts an eyebrow, a note of sarcasm in his voice, when he says: ]
What, did I catch you staring?
[ Says the man, who very clearly could win a staring contest without trying. ]