[ Silco waited while Sebastian broke open the door, his mind turning over the description of the taste in his head. Sweet, like an overripe fruit almost decaying and metallic. It's a rather... detailed description, and Silco was mulling it over, considering the described smell and taste. Being someone from a place so mired in pollution and toxins, Silco thinks it sounds like what he imagines a number of things would taste like.
Mind, he didn't make a habit of doing so, but he knew the myriad of smells, and could imagine how certain chemicals tasted based on that but --
He was not paying attention to Set, or Sebastian, and so he's not expecting it, when Set unceremoniously picked him up, and started frogmarching him through the door -- his annoyed grunt only met with Set dropping him, before he talked about starting to look through papers. Silco's lip curled, and he brushed himself off, before he turned his back to the two, and started shuffling through a pile of papers. ]
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Mind, he didn't make a habit of doing so, but he knew the myriad of smells, and could imagine how certain chemicals tasted based on that but --
He was not paying attention to Set, or Sebastian, and so he's not expecting it, when Set unceremoniously picked him up, and started frogmarching him through the door -- his annoyed grunt only met with Set dropping him, before he talked about starting to look through papers. Silco's lip curled, and he brushed himself off, before he turned his back to the two, and started shuffling through a pile of papers. ]
I can walk perfectly well on my own, Set.
[ He said, his tone acid. ]