[ Silco flops an arm out melodramatically as he's cast cruelly aside, watching Stephen leave with a burning gaze. He doesn't really mind, but in the spirit of playfulness he arranges himself all pitiful. Someone's poor little meow meow, so recently on his deathbed, how could Stephen tease him like this. ]
Bastard.
[ Fonder than the epithet implies. So a win on all counts for Stephen. Silco's attempt at evening the score, of course, is to slide closer and actually stick his tongue out. ]
no subject
Bastard.
[ Fonder than the epithet implies. So a win on all counts for Stephen. Silco's attempt at evening the score, of course, is to slide closer and actually stick his tongue out. ]
Aah.