[koby’s watching the front doors of the library, aware of every unfamiliar presence that enters, glancing up quick over the tops of his glasses each time he can’t immediately place the aura that passes into his field of perception. he sees the man, glances over the sight and marks him as possibly. if he’s jinx’s father (?), it makes sense that he’d be older, after all.

when silco approaches, koby’s making a studied attempt to appear deeply interested in his notes, trying to look appropriately surprised when he looks up, smiles, pushes his glasses up into his overgrown hair to keep it back.]

I am, yes. Mr. Silco, right? [all manners, koby stands, resisting the urge to salute or bow or – something, settling instead for a quick sort of respectful incline of his head.] It’s nice to meet you. Please, have a seat.

[the duck watches the exchange out of one bright, dark eye, before closing it and settling back down into her makeshift nest. koby smiles, his polite veneer slipping a touch, replaced with genuine fondness as he strokes along the sleek, snowy feathers.] Lincoln. She’s not much help with taking notes, but she’s very pleasant company.