[ Silas lets himself in with the kind of quiet that is as unnerving as it is conscious of listening ears in neighboring quarters -- only the click of the handle turning marks his arrival, once before and once behind. He takes the additional liberty of rolling the lock over after he’s taken in the scene, absent of emotion.
Also: looking sharp in his vest. All dressed up and only here to go.
There’s a touch of liquor on him at his approach stinging on his breath when he holds a hand out in silent request for a look at the damage. ]
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Also: looking sharp in his vest. All dressed up and only here to go.
There’s a touch of liquor on him at his approach stinging on his breath when he holds a hand out in silent request for a look at the damage. ]