[ It's the only honest thing she's done all day, the smile that spreads when he acknowledges her. ]
Um. Hi, Silco.
[ He takes her peace offering, that drink, and he sips at it. Lottie's body visibly relaxes at that, a touch too happy at the fact he's welcoming her at this table. Sure, his cigar burns when she inhales softly, but it's worth it. She's almost forgotten just how natural it is, just existing like this at the opposite end of a table with Silco at the helm. It's nice. Familiar. ]
No.. Not really. I β
[ Was just thinking. Always thinking. About what's happening, what he said (something poetic about killing your old self, and while she can't remember the words it always rings strong in the back of her mind β like an itch she can't scratch). It goes unsaid, but it shows that there's clearly more she wants to say by the way she pets at her hair pensively. She doesn't really realize it, the way her eyes water. It's hard to tell if it's from the smoke or from the emotions bubbling underneath her expression, because even if they aren't besties, Lottie feels a sense of camaraderie with Silco. Like only he can really understand the troubles she faces, has already conquered them.
It's why she ignores.. Pretty much everything he says. Doesn't really finish her sentence properly either, and opts for a question that is more hopeful than she'd like. ]
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Um. Hi, Silco.
[ He takes her peace offering, that drink, and he sips at it. Lottie's body visibly relaxes at that, a touch too happy at the fact he's welcoming her at this table. Sure, his cigar burns when she inhales softly, but it's worth it. She's almost forgotten just how natural it is, just existing like this at the opposite end of a table with Silco at the helm. It's nice. Familiar. ]
No.. Not really. I β
[ Was just thinking. Always thinking. About what's happening, what he said (something poetic about killing your old self, and while she can't remember the words it always rings strong in the back of her mind β like an itch she can't scratch). It goes unsaid, but it shows that there's clearly more she wants to say by the way she pets at her hair pensively. She doesn't really realize it, the way her eyes water. It's hard to tell if it's from the smoke or from the emotions bubbling underneath her expression, because even if they aren't besties, Lottie feels a sense of camaraderie with Silco. Like only he can really understand the troubles she faces, has already conquered them.
It's why she ignores.. Pretty much everything he says. Doesn't really finish her sentence properly either, and opts for a question that is more hopeful than she'd like. ]
..You're not mad?