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[A cigarette spurts briefly on the receiving end; the last bits of paper biting at the filter piece for piece. Dante on a good day is a loose canon; a gun cocked, loaded, and ready to go. Now, though. Now, he has a target in mind. A name and a face that can finally answer for all of his frustrations. And nothing, no one, would get in his way.]
Tch- [Greed's lips pull back. An obvious half-grin release before his nails click along the edge of the laptop's screen.] - don't make it too messy. Better to get the information first, hmn? [The last word holds in his throat. Like churning fire, it bakes along the receiver. Dull now, but a possible threat for the future. The Sin tilts his head and through the recording, the jewel hanging from his ear chimes in.]
[A bell-toll for the wicked.] Eh- I don't doubt it. That temper of yours tends to get the better of you. Not that I blame you.
[He idly taps his foot.] As for Li, it depends on what you're looking for, exactly. Just tell him I sent you - [The former homunculus presses the flat of his boot into the chair's leg and with push, he slides it back into place.] In the meantime, I'll see what I can find out.
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[A cigarette spurts briefly on the receiving end; the last bits of paper biting at the filter piece for piece. Dante on a good day is a loose canon; a gun cocked, loaded, and ready to go. Now, though. Now, he has a target in mind. A name and a face that can finally answer for all of his frustrations. And nothing, no one, would get in his way.]
Tch- [Greed's lips pull back. An obvious half-grin release before his nails click along the edge of the laptop's screen.] - don't make it too messy. Better to get the information first, hmn? [The last word holds in his throat. Like churning fire, it bakes along the receiver. Dull now, but a possible threat for the future. The Sin tilts his head and through the recording, the jewel hanging from his ear chimes in.]
[A bell-toll for the wicked.] Eh- I don't doubt it. That temper of yours tends to get the better of you. Not that I blame you.
[He idly taps his foot.] As for Li, it depends on what you're looking for, exactly. Just tell him I sent you - [The former homunculus presses the flat of his boot into the chair's leg and with push, he slides it back into place.] In the meantime, I'll see what I can find out.