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[Knuckle for knuckle, nail for nail, the Sin wraps his hand around the upper edge of the laptop. It causes the receiver to bounce and the microphone skips in a startling, short-lived static. Greed hums for a moment.] You've got it. I want everything you can think of, Chief. The name's not just that, after all.
[Thankfully, he saves the rant. Shelves it with nothing more than a cool slip of his tongue; as it rattles its forks between his teeth as comforting as a viper on the approach. But even with all of his pleasantries, a thin laugh curdles in jaws. The laptop buckles under his approach - the lid of it threatening to snap as he pushes and yanks back toward his side of the line.] Y'know, you ask a lot of questions for someone who's just looking for a hand. Sorry, but again, that's not how it works. Nothing's free, friend. But you already knew that, didn't you?
[Because if the other side of the screen is as much as they've presented themselves to be, there's no need for subtleties; no need to beat around the bush. He rolls his nails across the back of the computer with one more, finalizing click.] How about you actually tell me who you are when we meet. And in exchange? You can ask me whatever you want. Just name your place, Reason. And we'll see what we can do, hmn?
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[Knuckle for knuckle, nail for nail, the Sin wraps his hand around the upper edge of the laptop. It causes the receiver to bounce and the microphone skips in a startling, short-lived static. Greed hums for a moment.] You've got it. I want everything you can think of, Chief. The name's not just that, after all.
[Thankfully, he saves the rant. Shelves it with nothing more than a cool slip of his tongue; as it rattles its forks between his teeth as comforting as a viper on the approach. But even with all of his pleasantries, a thin laugh curdles in jaws. The laptop buckles under his approach - the lid of it threatening to snap as he pushes and yanks back toward his side of the line.] Y'know, you ask a lot of questions for someone who's just looking for a hand. Sorry, but again, that's not how it works. Nothing's free, friend. But you already knew that, didn't you?
[Because if the other side of the screen is as much as they've presented themselves to be, there's no need for subtleties; no need to beat around the bush. He rolls his nails across the back of the computer with one more, finalizing click.] How about you actually tell me who you are when we meet. And in exchange? You can ask me whatever you want. Just name your place, Reason. And we'll see what we can do, hmn?