[h3][right][color=ADADAD]Silas’ Catharsis[/color][/right][/h3][right][@Stanifly][@silver21][/right]

[color=8493ca][b][i]Stylus.[/i][/b][/color][color=ADADAD] Silas exhales with the slightest quirk of his lips at the play on his name. He ain’t heard that one before. Better than Vicis speaking his name like he’s testing it and Silas as a whole. Or he isn’t and Silas just feels paranoid with the way he moves like he’s trying to intimidate him or assert some sorta dominance.

To be fair, the sort of inhuman way he consumed his dinner was… Interesting. What is he? A snake? He ate it like one would to a rat. Whatever. This place is clearly not [i]normal[/i] considering what he said.[/color]

[color=7ece73][b][i]”What led you to this merry little circle of monsters?”[/i][/b][/color]
[color=ADADAD][b]Monsters.[/b] Literally? Silas wonders on that, especially when he mentions Damien coming from Hell. [i]Literally?[/i]

… [i]Whatever.[/i]

“Mm… I dunno,” Silas says eloquently. That’s not good enough. He decides to recount his whole entrance in more detail, words just slightly jumbled together, “I jus’ sorta got to the doors with a killer migraine ‘nd shit – still have head pain by the way – ‘nd went to the bar, chick stole my drink, now I’m here with y’two fine gents.”

Though, he spares a glance at the childish neon bandaids still adorning his fingers and such while wrapped around his glass, the bruises on his knuckles. Maybe he's here for another reason entirely, but honestly, he sorta doesn't wanna think about it just yet. After his drink perhaps. Or another. It depends.


[hider=Silas' perception]Vicis eating his food whole was probably just really uncanny to Silas but not completely inhuman, yet to someone who's less out of it it probably did look more impossible for a regular human to do huhuhu.[/hider][/color]