lingua franca
"What in the rotten heavens happened to my chair?!" Hoskel's beside himself, his armrest has all but disintegrated the moment it did its function.
"That's unfortunate." Silco tilts his head, feigning concern. "Pilties do love reinventing the wheel... They should really keep things simple when designing chairs."
Salo steals a glance at Silco and the moment they lock eyes, a smile curls on Silco's lips. Faint but it gives Salo pause just long enough.
Well… that is absolutely none of my business, Salo concludes.
~OR~
The time Silco took Vander to a Piltie Gala.
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horny zaundads oneshot.





