[Outside was a buzz. The nightlife crawling out from the dank and the dreary. To steal and rob, to fuck and kill. Humans had basic instincts and there was no use denying any of them. Despite the many that flocked to steeples and asked for a cleansing, one could not wash the blood off so easily.]
[Greed sunk his nails into the desk. Scratched lines, made the wood peel-back into tightly-spun ribbons. Unlike many he dealt with, she was one of the first who ever challenged. Who dared to meet him at his own game and it was something he could appreciate.] All of it, but make sure the gals aren't hurt. Even I have a few morals, Tudor.
[The Sin turned his head to the window. The night would be chilled, slightly moist. An eerie in between that ushered in the changing of seasons and there would be enough fog to hide and dart: it was the perfect setting for a business proposition such as this. He'd have to thank her for the good timing.]
[But not right now. Instead, she was offering, and he wasn't about to back down.] Going to guess I can't ask you not to come with me, right? [He didn't like showing that side - that ugly side that mocked a smiling skull right back. Especially not to more feminine company, but then again, when was she so feminine. She looked the part, acted the part, but deep down she was something far more.]
[If he thought that she would last, he would have offered her up to replace someone else he knew all too well.] A war, huh? You're thinking a bit too small, but whatever you want, right?
[The Sin released his claws. Urged down the recede of his 'Shield as he slipped hand after hand into his pockets. He turned his attentions towards the exit, then. That smile of his courted and curved as he shrugged. As if this were merely a casual meeting between two good friends and not a ploy for murder and revenge.]
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[Greed sunk his nails into the desk. Scratched lines, made the wood peel-back into tightly-spun ribbons. Unlike many he dealt with, she was one of the first who ever challenged. Who dared to meet him at his own game and it was something he could appreciate.] All of it, but make sure the gals aren't hurt. Even I have a few morals, Tudor.
[The Sin turned his head to the window. The night would be chilled, slightly moist. An eerie in between that ushered in the changing of seasons and there would be enough fog to hide and dart: it was the perfect setting for a business proposition such as this. He'd have to thank her for the good timing.]
[But not right now. Instead, she was offering, and he wasn't about to back down.] Going to guess I can't ask you not to come with me, right? [He didn't like showing that side - that ugly side that mocked a smiling skull right back. Especially not to more feminine company, but then again, when was she so feminine. She looked the part, acted the part, but deep down she was something far more.]
[If he thought that she would last, he would have offered her up to replace someone else he knew all too well.] A war, huh? You're thinking a bit too small, but whatever you want, right?
[The Sin released his claws. Urged down the recede of his 'Shield as he slipped hand after hand into his pockets. He turned his attentions towards the exit, then. That smile of his courted and curved as he shrugged. As if this were merely a casual meeting between two good friends and not a ploy for murder and revenge.]
Lead the way, lovely.