[She'd never kept normal hours for as long as he had known her, so her little disappearing act in the night was not something he'd normally look into. Of course, he was making more frequent checks, noting more often than not lately that her bedroom was empty when he would normally be heading to bed. The house had less noise and activity in the nights, which was fine as he would perhaps slip away himself to head across town now and again.
However, Levi and his other spies were verifying that she was not having a night on the town. No, she was making her way to a final end point, and then she stayed there. He knew. Again, normally he wouldn't care in the least what she did with her time or who she spent it with, but he had warned that boy to stay away from her, to not touch her and the defiance was very real now. So was the threat. Silco did not allow threats to stand long-term unless they had some use to him or his cause.
This morning, he was very much awake. He sat in the living room on the couch with the local newspaper open in front of him on the coffee table. He had abandoned reading it for the sake of applying foundation to his facial scarring - a rarity these days - when Jinx came down from the upper floor. His blue eye flicked over to her before returning to his current task at hand.]
Coffee is made and in the kitchen. [He was blending the foundation over the deeper creases of his scarring, using the little mirror as a guide to observe the process.]
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However, Levi and his other spies were verifying that she was not having a night on the town. No, she was making her way to a final end point, and then she stayed there. He knew. Again, normally he wouldn't care in the least what she did with her time or who she spent it with, but he had warned that boy to stay away from her, to not touch her and the defiance was very real now. So was the threat. Silco did not allow threats to stand long-term unless they had some use to him or his cause.
This morning, he was very much awake. He sat in the living room on the couch with the local newspaper open in front of him on the coffee table. He had abandoned reading it for the sake of applying foundation to his facial scarring - a rarity these days - when Jinx came down from the upper floor. His blue eye flicked over to her before returning to his current task at hand.]
Coffee is made and in the kitchen. [He was blending the foundation over the deeper creases of his scarring, using the little mirror as a guide to observe the process.]