[ Silco's lips twitched into a sharp, almost-there smile for just a moment. He did not point out that Atsumu had decided that his sand was too precious for investing in books, or that he'd finally agreed with him.
Or the fact that he'd drug over a Whole ass chair.
Silco, though, was a ratty little man from the undercity, and he knew that sometimes, one had to do what one did to survive. He could have lit the chair on fire, but since he was Trying to not catch the eye of anyone that might come into the library -- he wanted to keep a low profile unless he was reaching out to strike -- ]
Let's try a new trick, hm?
[ He touched the cushion of the chair with his hand, and stepped back. Because Prestidigitation, beyond just lighting fires, can apparently warm 1 cubic foot of non-living material.
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Or the fact that he'd drug over a Whole ass chair.
Silco, though, was a ratty little man from the undercity, and he knew that sometimes, one had to do what one did to survive. He could have lit the chair on fire, but since he was Trying to not catch the eye of anyone that might come into the library -- he wanted to keep a low profile unless he was reaching out to strike -- ]
Let's try a new trick, hm?
[ He touched the cushion of the chair with his hand, and stepped back. Because Prestidigitation, beyond just lighting fires, can apparently warm 1 cubic foot of non-living material.
So enjoy your heated chair, Atsumu. ]
Go on, sit.