[ It's not like Silco actually has eyes in the back of his head, but even so, he looked back at Jinx, as if he was afraid she'd disappear, or run away, or leave. It's a totally normal and healthy response, and not at all codependent. Not. At. All.
As they drew near to the layers upon layers, the stacked bustle of the city spread out, and Silco slowed, so they could both move forward at their leisure. ]
It's called Kowloon, and apparently, as permissive as things are topside... They're even moreso down here.
[ His eyes took it in, the sights, the smells, the -- everything. It's... a lot like being home -- although not quite as foul or difficult to breathe. Nothing could truly replicate Zaun, and her poisoned streets, the vents could only do so much, and Silco had grown up with less.
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As they drew near to the layers upon layers, the stacked bustle of the city spread out, and Silco slowed, so they could both move forward at their leisure. ]
It's called Kowloon, and apparently, as permissive as things are topside... They're even moreso down here.
[ His eyes took it in, the sights, the smells, the -- everything. It's... a lot like being home -- although not quite as foul or difficult to breathe. Nothing could truly replicate Zaun, and her poisoned streets, the vents could only do so much, and Silco had grown up with less.
Still, even without the poisoned air... ]