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[When the recording comes in again, the Sin's a bit further away. Close, but leering - like that of a buzzard hovering in plain view. He taps the top of the device just once.] Like I told you - don't get the wrong idea. I'm not like the rest of them.
[At the mention of the Bloody Bones though, Greed's voice takes on a nasty hiss. The moment is brief - the action more so. The noise wheezes through his teeth akin to that of a leaky gasket that's corrected itself.] I've heard of them. I've been here a long time, friend - longer than most. And while some can come back, they've already proven that even that has its limits. I'm not interested.
[A brief pause holds on his side of the line. Before he sputters and the noise that comes in is more an elongated groan than anything else:] Ah-? Sorry, it's the only name I've got Chief. But fine, have it your way. Reason, then. It's a pleasure.
[The tip of his nail leaves the laptop. It drags softly along the flat top of a table, drawing out a shrill scrrch.] Maybe, but I'd rather do business in person. I'm sure even you can understand that, hmn?
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[When the recording comes in again, the Sin's a bit further away. Close, but leering - like that of a buzzard hovering in plain view. He taps the top of the device just once.] Like I told you - don't get the wrong idea. I'm not like the rest of them.
[At the mention of the Bloody Bones though, Greed's voice takes on a nasty hiss. The moment is brief - the action more so. The noise wheezes through his teeth akin to that of a leaky gasket that's corrected itself.] I've heard of them. I've been here a long time, friend - longer than most. And while some can come back, they've already proven that even that has its limits. I'm not interested.
[A brief pause holds on his side of the line. Before he sputters and the noise that comes in is more an elongated groan than anything else:] Ah-? Sorry, it's the only name I've got Chief. But fine, have it your way. Reason, then. It's a pleasure.
[The tip of his nail leaves the laptop. It drags softly along the flat top of a table, drawing out a shrill scrrch.] Maybe, but I'd rather do business in person. I'm sure even you can understand that, hmn?