[The Sin's stretched out tail flicks around in a blooming ring. Standing face to face, the two of them couldn't be more different. Black to white, dusk to dawn; the poetry isn't entirely lost either and as the other makes his points, the former homunculus sinks in on himself. Like that of a eel under the murk of a low, oil-slicked tide.] Didn't think so, but that's not what I was talking about.
[The kid, though - he's clever. He picks up meaning with little hesitation, falling right back in to the proposition as quickly as a snake on the second strike. Two beats, and he hits his target. Greed's lips pull back at the notion and with them, his vicious dentistry glints into view.] You catch on quick - I like that. You're right, though. I've been here a long time - it might not be slow, but you've still got a bit more to go. Sorry.
[Like that of a curious cat, the devil's tail swings back again. It yanks around in a loose arc; drawing with it charcoal(ed) lines that seem to stick to air as if it were a fine, untouched canvas. To say he's intrigued is an understatement. Greed's eyes hood behind his shades and a few, quick sparks press behind the other side of the glass. They shoot off in a range - red to purple, purple to pink, and back again.]
[Because what Light has to say is practically a lure; one viciously baited to draw him in, in, in. "I want you to win." "We can show them just how valuable it is." A heavy, sleazy weight takes the Sin's shoulders like a vice. He's both stiff and fluid; eased, but cocked. Like a creature in cold blood with a thirst on its tongue and a demand beating on and on. He rolls one of his feet outward, his heel grinding into the ground below before the rest of his boot follows.]
[Oh, oh, the kid really shouldn't have.] Ha - ! Do you now. [It isn't a question. Greed tilts and his body pulls along with him. One foot waltzes over the other, causing both the dust on the ground and the ash on his heels to interlock in a dry spell.] For someone who doesn't know me, you're pretty impressive. You also aren't wrong. Whoever the other ones are, they've made their point pretty clear.
[He pauses. A wave of soot ripples along his side. It fingers through his points, causing ribbons to split off and weave until they can't give anymore. Greed dips his chin just so.] If you think I'm about to let anyone take that away, you really haven't been paying attention. [The tip of his index taps against his thigh; a brief distraction.] And while you've got my attention, that's not why you really came to me now, is it?
[No. Whoever the kid, he's quick. Efficient. And just like everyone else, there's always something more: something behind the deal, written in fine print. Of course, that's speculation at best. But if the years he's seen have anything to account for, it's just that:] Everyone wants something, kid. Don't tell me you're one of those - [The Sin charms his way back in. He's closer now - not threatening, no, but just edging in. Bit by bit, piece by piece.] - you just don't seem the type. So the real question is, what do you get out of it? Other than a spot here in Vandare?
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[The kid, though - he's clever. He picks up meaning with little hesitation, falling right back in to the proposition as quickly as a snake on the second strike. Two beats, and he hits his target. Greed's lips pull back at the notion and with them, his vicious dentistry glints into view.] You catch on quick - I like that. You're right, though. I've been here a long time - it might not be slow, but you've still got a bit more to go. Sorry.
[Like that of a curious cat, the devil's tail swings back again. It yanks around in a loose arc; drawing with it charcoal(ed) lines that seem to stick to air as if it were a fine, untouched canvas. To say he's intrigued is an understatement. Greed's eyes hood behind his shades and a few, quick sparks press behind the other side of the glass. They shoot off in a range - red to purple, purple to pink, and back again.]
[Because what Light has to say is practically a lure; one viciously baited to draw him in, in, in. "I want you to win." "We can show them just how valuable it is." A heavy, sleazy weight takes the Sin's shoulders like a vice. He's both stiff and fluid; eased, but cocked. Like a creature in cold blood with a thirst on its tongue and a demand beating on and on. He rolls one of his feet outward, his heel grinding into the ground below before the rest of his boot follows.]
[Oh, oh, the kid really shouldn't have.] Ha - ! Do you now. [It isn't a question. Greed tilts and his body pulls along with him. One foot waltzes over the other, causing both the dust on the ground and the ash on his heels to interlock in a dry spell.] For someone who doesn't know me, you're pretty impressive. You also aren't wrong. Whoever the other ones are, they've made their point pretty clear.
[He pauses. A wave of soot ripples along his side. It fingers through his points, causing ribbons to split off and weave until they can't give anymore. Greed dips his chin just so.] If you think I'm about to let anyone take that away, you really haven't been paying attention. [The tip of his index taps against his thigh; a brief distraction.] And while you've got my attention, that's not why you really came to me now, is it?
[No. Whoever the kid, he's quick. Efficient. And just like everyone else, there's always something more: something behind the deal, written in fine print. Of course, that's speculation at best. But if the years he's seen have anything to account for, it's just that:] Everyone wants something, kid. Don't tell me you're one of those - [The Sin charms his way back in. He's closer now - not threatening, no, but just edging in. Bit by bit, piece by piece.] - you just don't seem the type. So the real question is, what do you get out of it? Other than a spot here in Vandare?