[ As Koby reaches out with invisible fingers, what greets him is almost less an aura than it is a concentrated force — a jewel, what ought to be soft made solid and hard. The kind of blue that can be described as beautiful and cold at the same time, shot through with the sense of a wound scabbed over (or that never healed, like the orange eye set in scar tissue, unusually raw in comparison to the rest of him). It's an incursion that Silco can't sense, for better or worse — he sifts through the notes in front of him, none the wiser.
Still, the light tap of Koby's fingers is enough to get Silco to look up, his gaze — sharp, always sharp, no matter how he modulates the rest of his expression — meeting the young man's in an instant. ]
This is impressive work, Koby.
[ Another little sliver of praise, doled out in the only way Silco ever gives it — matter-of-fact, meant to be more significant for the fact that he never gives it idly. But it's as much an isolated thing as it is a treat, a sweet thing meant to cushion and soften the question he asks next, slow and light at the same time: ]
[by now, koby’s felt a wide array of consciousnesses, aura’s, minds in the unseen connection that haki gives him. he knows the radiant warmth of shanks’s, like the sun rising over a still sea, the sparking brilliance of quentin’s, the eclectic vibrancy of the crew. silco’s is unlike all of those, still and honed like a polished gem, every facet focused with keen precision. and though he’s worlds removed from the seas of home, though he wears a marine uniform and swears by a code of law that directly opposes such things, koby’s world is one of pirates, and there’s something in his blood and bone that sees a jewel and wants to reach out, touch it, feel it.
the question is careful, but logical, not overly prying, not invasive. koby doesn’t feel more than thoughtful curiosity at it being posed, though his own answer is still carefully measured in response.]
Other guests, the Balfours, anyone who might use it to hurt my crew. [and there’s a – shift, subtle, slight, a sharpening of koby’s wide-eyed gaze behind the round rims of his glasses.] Which doesn’t include you. Right? [and there’s a sense in the air, like the pressure spiking when a storm approaches, something tight and tensing and prepared, a thunderclap about to roll.]
[ For all that Silco has no mental defenses, no abilities that attune him to the timbre of the room or the people within it, he still senses the cloud, the shadow that it casts over their conversation. But he doesn't look away, doesn't flinch.
(It's painful, that Koby cares so much. His earnestness pierces through his expression like sunlight through a gap in the clouds. He'd been like that once, too, hadn't he?)
There's an honest answer, here — that all people are capable of hurting each other, regardless of connection or intention. That's not, he expects, the answer that Koby really wants to hear, so he lets it go, a glint of light against the hard edges of his mind. ]
Jinx has grown quite fond of you — all of you, [ he begins, each word measured. ] That's my only concern.
[ For better or worse, that's honest, too; clear in a way that a simpering of course it doesn't isn't. And the implication is obvious enough — anyone who holds her favor holds his, or at least the impression of it, and anyone who'd dare to hurt her will answer to him. Unusually honest, for him, but it's an equivalent exchange, in his eyes, as well as a measure of gaining the boy's trust. ]
And besides, we guests all share the same plight. Best not to turn ourselves against each other.
[had there be a lie, here – a soothing, fawning sort of reply, overly magnanimous and dripping with solicitation – koby would’ve immediately distrusted it, even without his mental spyglass aimed directly at the glinting, muted hardness of silco’s thoughts. that sort of reply, which might’ve once calmed a boy who took everything at face value, would deeply unsettle the young man koby’s become.
so the carefully-worded truth is, oddly, more reassuring – silco has no quarrel with anyone who’s become important to jinx, and has no intention (at the moment) of endangering that connection. whether there’s one of his own beyond for jinx herself is negligible – the regard she holds for the straw hats will suffice to protect them.
it’s not a direct announcement of alliance, but it’ll do. the oppressive, unseen tension in the air dissipates, replaced with koby’s pleasant, satisfied smile as he reaches out and taps a wayward paper clip back into place on the stack silco holds.] My crew and I are very fond of her as well. Nami and Sanji especially. [still leaning forward, he looks up, over the tops of his glasses, eyes bright and blue and unflinching. turnabout is fair play – if silco betrays that trust the crew has in him by proxy, if they’re endangered by his actions, the fondness between them and jinx will be superceded by the need to even the scales again.]
[ No hard feelings, then, if push comes to shove, with an eye for an eye as an accepted ultimatum. Surprisingly cold terms, for a boy so pink, but better he learn how to properly navigate the world (to survive) now rather than later. That politeness — mister, sweet on his lips — won't mean too much, in the end.
He can't help that it makes him smile. ]
Thank you.
[ His gaze falls, finally, the thread breaking along with the heavy mood. The papers rustle slightly as his long fingers find their edges, nudging them all into alignment before he picks the entire pile off of the table, getting to his feet in the same motion. ]
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Still, the light tap of Koby's fingers is enough to get Silco to look up, his gaze — sharp, always sharp, no matter how he modulates the rest of his expression — meeting the young man's in an instant. ]
This is impressive work, Koby.
[ Another little sliver of praise, doled out in the only way Silco ever gives it — matter-of-fact, meant to be more significant for the fact that he never gives it idly. But it's as much an isolated thing as it is a treat, a sweet thing meant to cushion and soften the question he asks next, slow and light at the same time: ]
Who are you afraid might find this?
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the question is careful, but logical, not overly prying, not invasive. koby doesn’t feel more than thoughtful curiosity at it being posed, though his own answer is still carefully measured in response.]
Other guests, the Balfours, anyone who might use it to hurt my crew. [and there’s a – shift, subtle, slight, a sharpening of koby’s wide-eyed gaze behind the round rims of his glasses.] Which doesn’t include you. Right? [and there’s a sense in the air, like the pressure spiking when a storm approaches, something tight and tensing and prepared, a thunderclap about to roll.]
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(It's painful, that Koby cares so much. His earnestness pierces through his expression like sunlight through a gap in the clouds. He'd been like that once, too, hadn't he?)
There's an honest answer, here — that all people are capable of hurting each other, regardless of connection or intention. That's not, he expects, the answer that Koby really wants to hear, so he lets it go, a glint of light against the hard edges of his mind. ]
Jinx has grown quite fond of you — all of you, [ he begins, each word measured. ] That's my only concern.
[ For better or worse, that's honest, too; clear in a way that a simpering of course it doesn't isn't. And the implication is obvious enough — anyone who holds her favor holds his, or at least the impression of it, and anyone who'd dare to hurt her will answer to him. Unusually honest, for him, but it's an equivalent exchange, in his eyes, as well as a measure of gaining the boy's trust. ]
And besides, we guests all share the same plight. Best not to turn ourselves against each other.
[ For now. ]
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so the carefully-worded truth is, oddly, more reassuring – silco has no quarrel with anyone who’s become important to jinx, and has no intention (at the moment) of endangering that connection. whether there’s one of his own beyond for jinx herself is negligible – the regard she holds for the straw hats will suffice to protect them.
it’s not a direct announcement of alliance, but it’ll do. the oppressive, unseen tension in the air dissipates, replaced with koby’s pleasant, satisfied smile as he reaches out and taps a wayward paper clip back into place on the stack silco holds.] My crew and I are very fond of her as well. Nami and Sanji especially. [still leaning forward, he looks up, over the tops of his glasses, eyes bright and blue and unflinching. turnabout is fair play – if silco betrays that trust the crew has in him by proxy, if they’re endangered by his actions, the fondness between them and jinx will be superceded by the need to even the scales again.]
I’m glad we’re in agreement, Mr. Silco.
🎀
[ No hard feelings, then, if push comes to shove, with an eye for an eye as an accepted ultimatum. Surprisingly cold terms, for a boy so pink, but better he learn how to properly navigate the world (to survive) now rather than later. That politeness — mister, sweet on his lips — won't mean too much, in the end.
He can't help that it makes him smile. ]
Thank you.
[ His gaze falls, finally, the thread breaking along with the heavy mood. The papers rustle slightly as his long fingers find their edges, nudging them all into alignment before he picks the entire pile off of the table, getting to his feet in the same motion. ]
I'll have these back to you on the morrow.