Silver decline is with a polite shake of his head, curls bouncing as he does so.
"At least you're aware of it," he muses, and wonders if perhaps he's coming across as too harsh. He doesn't mean to, it's just a completely different world--one he finds both entranced with and abhorred by at the same time.
Benedict, though, Benedict is a beacon. A soft, polite light who's aware of his privilege and, smoking that cigarette, looking positively ravishing.
"I suppose it's useful, one being able to have a skill one can drag out at gatherings." He's talking as he moves, making his way to a railing and sitting. The crutch is leaned next to him, and he grunts as he gets a little more comfortbale. "Damned entrancing."
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"At least you're aware of it," he muses, and wonders if perhaps he's coming across as too harsh. He doesn't mean to, it's just a completely different world--one he finds both entranced with and abhorred by at the same time.
Benedict, though, Benedict is a beacon. A soft, polite light who's aware of his privilege and, smoking that cigarette, looking positively ravishing.
"I suppose it's useful, one being able to have a skill one can drag out at gatherings." He's talking as he moves, making his way to a railing and sitting. The crutch is leaned next to him, and he grunts as he gets a little more comfortbale. "Damned entrancing."