[ Silco's cigar had been out, his fingers finally twitched and pulled the piece out -- preclipped for the ease of the event, and he'd been saving it, for the moment when the thing had died, but perhaps he'll have to indulge in a different mode of celebration, when it finally leaves this realm. Silco was looking forward to it regardless.
However, when his cigar was lit, a bright ember at the end, he looked at it, and a single eye narrowed, before he scanned the crowed.
When a mismatched -- almost pink gaze found Matt, he sneered, but lifted the cigar regardless, and took a puff, before he pulled it away, and tipped it, as if to silently say: "thank you for the demonstration".
As if he didn't already know, but the more that Matt underestimated his powers, the better. ]
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However, when his cigar was lit, a bright ember at the end, he looked at it, and a single eye narrowed, before he scanned the crowed.
When a mismatched -- almost pink gaze found Matt, he sneered, but lifted the cigar regardless, and took a puff, before he pulled it away, and tipped it, as if to silently say: "thank you for the demonstration".
As if he didn't already know, but the more that Matt underestimated his powers, the better. ]