[ He says. Which is almost a nice way of saying 'fuck you', if you could imagine the words. It certainly doesn't sound pleased, and the clarification doesn't help, the way Silco crossed his arms over his chest, while he reached in. ]
I've never found my...lack of height to be a problem.
[ Yes he has. Many times. A reminder that when he was much, much younger β and much less bitter and drug through the mud β his best friend had been Vander growing up. Silco's diminutive 5'6 (or now... mere centimeters) is nothing, comparatively. ]
Do you have it? [ He changes the subject. ] Pull it out.
no subject
[ He says. Which is almost a nice way of saying 'fuck you', if you could imagine the words. It certainly doesn't sound pleased, and the clarification doesn't help, the way Silco crossed his arms over his chest, while he reached in. ]
I've never found my...lack of height to be a problem.
[ Yes he has. Many times. A reminder that when he was much, much younger β and much less bitter and drug through the mud β his best friend had been Vander growing up. Silco's diminutive 5'6 (or now... mere centimeters) is nothing, comparatively. ]
Do you have it? [ He changes the subject. ] Pull it out.