[As his hand wanders along the dip of his back, the keys disappear. Their bulk drops from his claws into the welcoming slip of his back pocket. A flash of silver, a single chime, and they're gone. It's true that, on occasion? The two of them do think alike. And as the Sin's lips peel back, the expression in the mirror is enough to say it all:]
[They're definitely on the same page.]
[Greed straightens and his hand gently closes around the frames of his sunglasses.] Sounds like they've got it all planned out, then. [A slight hitch teases on the end of his words. A loathsome hiss, a snide regard. He pries his thumb between the earpieces and with a flip of his nail, they peel open. He's never had to worry about an infection before. Maybe with some of his own at one time, but that had been the usual: common colds, a bit of the flu. The former homunculus leans forward and with a press of his hand, his sunglasses slip onto the bridge of his nose.]
[Point, click, and oh, is he ready.]
Ah, that's right - that ability of yours is pretty useful. Might come in handy - [The edge of his talon clicks against the nose piece. With his signature pair in place, the mirror's reflection becomes suddenly dark. No more red to save its name, no more purple to chase it. Just the impossible black: hollow and socket(ed) like that of a sneering skull. Greed lowers his hand to his side.] - but first, I think you and I have some other business to take care of.
[Mainly, the Toyotomi. Of which, Dante has made himself pretty clear. It's admirable, in a way - expected, considering the Minotaur's nature, but also appreciated. A light touch of a smile plays on the devil's features, his index coasting along the side of his thigh a second time. Thoughtful, perhaps. All the gears a turning, turning, turning. He tests his tongue to the back of his teeth and with a shrug, the gem in his ear drops to a spinning-still.] We'll be a couple of days. Bring what you want, but try to be a little polite, hmn? They're our big guests - [He tilts his head up, locking glance for glance in the one-way mirror. The insinuation is as crude as it is clear.]
[Whatever agreement they had, there's no love lost: between himself or the group's new, self-appointed figurehead.]
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[They're definitely on the same page.]
[Greed straightens and his hand gently closes around the frames of his sunglasses.] Sounds like they've got it all planned out, then. [A slight hitch teases on the end of his words. A loathsome hiss, a snide regard. He pries his thumb between the earpieces and with a flip of his nail, they peel open. He's never had to worry about an infection before. Maybe with some of his own at one time, but that had been the usual: common colds, a bit of the flu. The former homunculus leans forward and with a press of his hand, his sunglasses slip onto the bridge of his nose.]
[Point, click, and oh, is he ready.]
Ah, that's right - that ability of yours is pretty useful. Might come in handy - [The edge of his talon clicks against the nose piece. With his signature pair in place, the mirror's reflection becomes suddenly dark. No more red to save its name, no more purple to chase it. Just the impossible black: hollow and socket(ed) like that of a sneering skull. Greed lowers his hand to his side.] - but first, I think you and I have some other business to take care of.
[Mainly, the Toyotomi. Of which, Dante has made himself pretty clear. It's admirable, in a way - expected, considering the Minotaur's nature, but also appreciated. A light touch of a smile plays on the devil's features, his index coasting along the side of his thigh a second time. Thoughtful, perhaps. All the gears a turning, turning, turning. He tests his tongue to the back of his teeth and with a shrug, the gem in his ear drops to a spinning-still.] We'll be a couple of days. Bring what you want, but try to be a little polite, hmn? They're our big guests - [He tilts his head up, locking glance for glance in the one-way mirror. The insinuation is as crude as it is clear.]
[Whatever agreement they had, there's no love lost: between himself or the group's new, self-appointed figurehead.]