[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trust the crew has in him by proxy, if they’re endangered by his actions, the fondness between them and jinx will be superceded by the need to even the scales again.]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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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.