[Greed's glance stills to a point. Stocke isn't wrong - the price for his abilities, the cost of being a monster. For them, it had been an inevitable. An undeniable part of their new lives, forced onto them without a solution or loop-hole to outsmart it. But for him, for his, well. That's what they are, aren't they? A by-product of the natural, spat out and reformed as an artificial blasphemy to the very idea. The Sin tests his teeth again. For a second, he forgets - the slice of his tongue all but snapping in his jaw, angry and raw.]
[Thankfully, he does catch it a second later and with a pressing smile, he turns towards the bike; the blood on his lip nothing more than a faint flight of ash.] Suit yourself. Just make sure no one else gets their hands on it, hmn? Don't want the extra trouble - [While the talks, the Sin lifts his arm out to the side. His splays his fingers open; that wave of his, curt and casual. A slip of sunlight rinses through his fingers. It bounces off his scales silvery-white - the color of a desert's high-noon, baking the hour.]
["-villains like you-!"]
[Greed snares his keys out of his pocket, letting them dangle on the hook of a claw.] Li's old place - that's where we'll start. [He lets the words slur around his neck. They develop through the fur of his collar in a noose of smoke; something light, something weaving, snaring, touching, as if it has a purpose.]
[The ring of keys claps in his palm and with a shrug, the Sin treks his way to the motorcycle. Stocke will keep up - one way, another. He doesn't have to take a look-see to know that. Human as he is, loyalty? It doesn't leave so easily.]
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[Greed's glance stills to a point. Stocke isn't wrong - the price for his abilities, the cost of being a monster. For them, it had been an inevitable. An undeniable part of their new lives, forced onto them without a solution or loop-hole to outsmart it. But for him, for his, well. That's what they are, aren't they? A by-product of the natural, spat out and reformed as an artificial blasphemy to the very idea. The Sin tests his teeth again. For a second, he forgets - the slice of his tongue all but snapping in his jaw, angry and raw.]
[Thankfully, he does catch it a second later and with a pressing smile, he turns towards the bike; the blood on his lip nothing more than a faint flight of ash.] Suit yourself. Just make sure no one else gets their hands on it, hmn? Don't want the extra trouble - [While the talks, the Sin lifts his arm out to the side. His splays his fingers open; that wave of his, curt and casual. A slip of sunlight rinses through his fingers. It bounces off his scales silvery-white - the color of a desert's high-noon, baking the hour.]
["-villains like you-!"]
[Greed snares his keys out of his pocket, letting them dangle on the hook of a claw.] Li's old place - that's where we'll start. [He lets the words slur around his neck. They develop through the fur of his collar in a noose of smoke; something light, something weaving, snaring, touching, as if it has a purpose.]
[The ring of keys claps in his palm and with a shrug, the Sin treks his way to the motorcycle. Stocke will keep up - one way, another. He doesn't have to take a look-see to know that. Human as he is, loyalty? It doesn't leave so easily.]
[Least, not yet.]