[she nods to his suggestion, definitely something she will have to jot down later when she returns from her mission. but when silco voices about not having those particular days, there's a sudden shift of slight unease in the air, and jinx casts her gaze so quickly to her drink, like it might evaporate out of sight if she didn't keep her eye on it in time.]
Oh.
[his daughter says, curling her fingers tight on the cup and raises it to her lips.]
Good.
[she mutters the word around the rim, and takes another long swig to help fill the silence, or to give silco a chance to come up with a different subject. although, it's great to hear her father doesn't seek for death like she does, it would break her heart otherwise, and it would mean she would have to try harder to bring more joy into his life.
but did she slip and blew her cover just now? jinx hopes not. maybe her constant dark humor polluted her words enough that her hidden message flew right pass him. except silco isn't an idiot like most men, so gulping down her beverage is the only thing she can do to keep the ball rolling.]
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Oh.
[his daughter says, curling her fingers tight on the cup and raises it to her lips.]
Good.
[she mutters the word around the rim, and takes another long swig to help fill the silence, or to give silco a chance to come up with a different subject. although, it's great to hear her father doesn't seek for death like she does, it would break her heart otherwise, and it would mean she would have to try harder to bring more joy into his life.
but did she slip and blew her cover just now? jinx hopes not. maybe her constant dark humor polluted her words enough that her hidden message flew right pass him. except silco isn't an idiot like most men, so gulping down her beverage is the only thing she can do to keep the ball rolling.]