Wouldn't be me if I did. I've always given them that option. Working for me is a little different, after all. [Greed watches Light through the exchange. Sizing him up, flicking glance after glance as smooth as a well-oiled elevator. He doesn't know Light from a face in the crowd - to him, it's another newcomer. But unlike most, the kid isn't afraid and to come to him so willingly? Well - ]
No, I don't. I've never had a problem with humans and that's where me and these Toyotomi are different. It's pointless. [The former homunculus side-steps, his heels lifting in a purposeful two-step. He's slowly closing the ring around Light, carefully aware of the mushroom boundary that separates the two of them.] But let's make one thing clear: I'll give them a chance to go home, but if they continue? Then it's out of my hands. As for the Bloody Bones, you already know that most of them won't take the deal, no matter how good it is. They're righteous and that isn't going to change any time soon.
[A cool breeze swipes through the alley. It sends a couple of trash barrels clattering and the spirals in his horns breathe in a hellish fume. Greed's body ticks with a slight slouch.] As for the Toyotomi, they know where I stand. If they really decide to make things messy, that's their choice. They might think they've got everything right, but there's an underworld here, kid. Not everyone is so interested in what they have to offer.
[Which means just that: he's got a deal and with it, a few friendlier faces. The outcasts and low lives, the criminals and thieves. The Toyotimi's idea for a new Vandare might sound well and good, but for some? It couldn't be more the opposite. The former homunuclus' mouth spreads wide and just behind his teeth, the forks of his tongue bristle: a devil with a gold tongue.] Though, you should know how this goes -
[A brief pause. The gem in the Sin's ear gently spins; the slight gust taking it like a wind chime at midnight.] - what's in it for me if I decide to do just that? I'm not telling you no, don't misunderstand. But I told you in the beginning that the name isn't just that. [As he talks, his voice crackles; a sound similar to the start of a brush fire.] I am Greed - the living embodiment of it.
[Now, so close and near, his gaze burns into his lenses. There's no secret any more, no holding back. A fierce longing pricks in his eyes - turning the thin slivers into dangerous, shivering points. Greed's neck stretches out and his tone hushes to a hissing, smoke-run whisper.] If you end up on the council, I expect a little something back, hmn? And in return, we'll take care of the rest.
So - [His claws pry away from his bones, stretching black to black in cruel, curved-cat claws.] - do we have a deal?
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No, I don't. I've never had a problem with humans and that's where me and these Toyotomi are different. It's pointless. [The former homunculus side-steps, his heels lifting in a purposeful two-step. He's slowly closing the ring around Light, carefully aware of the mushroom boundary that separates the two of them.] But let's make one thing clear: I'll give them a chance to go home, but if they continue? Then it's out of my hands. As for the Bloody Bones, you already know that most of them won't take the deal, no matter how good it is. They're righteous and that isn't going to change any time soon.
[A cool breeze swipes through the alley. It sends a couple of trash barrels clattering and the spirals in his horns breathe in a hellish fume. Greed's body ticks with a slight slouch.] As for the Toyotomi, they know where I stand. If they really decide to make things messy, that's their choice. They might think they've got everything right, but there's an underworld here, kid. Not everyone is so interested in what they have to offer.
[Which means just that: he's got a deal and with it, a few friendlier faces. The outcasts and low lives, the criminals and thieves. The Toyotimi's idea for a new Vandare might sound well and good, but for some? It couldn't be more the opposite. The former homunuclus' mouth spreads wide and just behind his teeth, the forks of his tongue bristle: a devil with a gold tongue.] Though, you should know how this goes -
[A brief pause. The gem in the Sin's ear gently spins; the slight gust taking it like a wind chime at midnight.] - what's in it for me if I decide to do just that? I'm not telling you no, don't misunderstand. But I told you in the beginning that the name isn't just that. [As he talks, his voice crackles; a sound similar to the start of a brush fire.] I am Greed - the living embodiment of it.
[Now, so close and near, his gaze burns into his lenses. There's no secret any more, no holding back. A fierce longing pricks in his eyes - turning the thin slivers into dangerous, shivering points. Greed's neck stretches out and his tone hushes to a hissing, smoke-run whisper.] If you end up on the council, I expect a little something back, hmn? And in return, we'll take care of the rest.
So - [His claws pry away from his bones, stretching black to black in cruel, curved-cat claws.] - do we have a deal?