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Who: Silco & Jinx
When: Pre-canon - Silco's office
What: Jinx is learning about boys and girls, and Silco takes matters into his own hands.


[Silco paced his office in front of the window, cigar burning down where it was clutched between his fore and middle finger. He'd stop on occasion to tap ash into the ashtray before he was burning such a hole in the carpet that he knew he couldn't stay cooped up here. That was a rarity as he kept himself to the office more often than not, but the reports coming across his desk were disturbing his attention to details.

Jinx. His daughter getting involved with youths. He kept her separate as much as possible to protect her but also because he wasn't willing to risk her straying too far away from him. Oh yes, he knew teenagers explored and she was no different. Silco just so happened to have been hoping to avoid such dalliances for a few more years.

Apparently not.

Incensed and unwilling to wait for her to make her daily routine check in with him, Silco pulled on his coat and headed out to make his way to her hide-out deep in one of the obscure and abandoned air turbine tunnels. He knew how to arrive there both secretly and quietly, and where her workshop was happened to be one of his best kept secrets for a reason.

He would put a damper on this exploration of hers. First confirmation from her and then he would decide what would be required on his part to curb the appeal, if any. She was the only person in this would that he cherished, second only to lifelong dream of Zaun (but it was close), and he wouldn't allow insignificant sumprats put their hands and mouths on her. Absolutely not. She deserved... well, he would consider that later.

Stepping onto one of the massive inactive turbine blades, Silco's mismatched gaze moved around the dimly lit place.]

Jinx?

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Humming and bopping her head to a song as she worked on adjusting some subtle wiring, Jinx didn't react to the first call of her name, assuming it was just in her head. At the second repetition, she paused. She didn't usually hallucinate Silco. He was too real, and the version of him in real life wasn't at all different from the version of him in her head. Unlike the people who had turned out to be very different from who she'd believed them to be, and now both versions haunted and mocked her. Setting down her tools and pushing up her goggles, she looked around, then swung her way around to meet him.

"Hi, Daddy," she chirped, landing behind him with a loud thump and then throwing her arms around his waist, nuzzling her cheek against his back. It was rare that he came here, but it seemed like something special. Now she could show off some of the stuff she was currently working on.