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[At first, the feed's eerily hushed. The blades to the fan cut through the air in a cycle; a constant spin, twirling, twirling, twirling as droning as a hotel room left vacant. The quiet, though - it doesn't last. The furnace at the backside of his room abruptly huffs to life. It erupts in a series of pops - the leftover coals trapped behind the grate snapping off, one at a time, like bullets popping from a gun. The Sin's teeth touch and while it may be hard to hear, a distinct whine creeps into the recording. The shrill wheeze similar to brittle steel finally buckling under a weight.]
["I'm in a fucking cell."]
Oi, oi, oi - [Greed's tone is low - the ball of smoke stuck in his throat breathy and deep. A single scratch soon follows; the sound of grinding wood crisp, sharp, and tinged with a hiss of heat.] - you should have told me before. [He starts, the forks of his tongue cracking inside his jaw. Mello's already given his dues. Through his offerings, through his measures to pay off a debt he never, truly could. It had been a struggle no doubt, but the end result had been satisfactory. Not perfect, of course not, but then again - ]
[ - how does one pay off a life that's already spent?]
[The former homunculus skirts away - the thud of his boots bristling with ash.] You're in Bavan, right? [He slurs. Leather, a brush of fur - they crawl into the recording. His shifting movement quick and brisk. Greed snatches a set of keys and as he pockets them, the furnace suddenly dies out. As if it's been squelched; like that of a fire put out with a bucket.]
Word has it you've already taken care of things here. I'm not interested in punishing you, M. [The bite to his tone is scathing. Stocke, Dante, the others - there's no question that Mello crossed a line. But he made his amends, swallowed his pride. And now, now - ]
[The Sin pauses. A stagnant groan soon follows; the joints to his door wrenching themselves open, wide and aching.] As for the rest - not really much else you can do, is there?
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[At first, the feed's eerily hushed. The blades to the fan cut through the air in a cycle; a constant spin, twirling, twirling, twirling as droning as a hotel room left vacant. The quiet, though - it doesn't last. The furnace at the backside of his room abruptly huffs to life. It erupts in a series of pops - the leftover coals trapped behind the grate snapping off, one at a time, like bullets popping from a gun. The Sin's teeth touch and while it may be hard to hear, a distinct whine creeps into the recording. The shrill wheeze similar to brittle steel finally buckling under a weight.]
["I'm in a fucking cell."]
Oi, oi, oi - [Greed's tone is low - the ball of smoke stuck in his throat breathy and deep. A single scratch soon follows; the sound of grinding wood crisp, sharp, and tinged with a hiss of heat.] - you should have told me before. [He starts, the forks of his tongue cracking inside his jaw. Mello's already given his dues. Through his offerings, through his measures to pay off a debt he never, truly could. It had been a struggle no doubt, but the end result had been satisfactory. Not perfect, of course not, but then again - ]
[ - how does one pay off a life that's already spent?]
[The former homunculus skirts away - the thud of his boots bristling with ash.] You're in Bavan, right? [He slurs. Leather, a brush of fur - they crawl into the recording. His shifting movement quick and brisk. Greed snatches a set of keys and as he pockets them, the furnace suddenly dies out. As if it's been squelched; like that of a fire put out with a bucket.]
Word has it you've already taken care of things here. I'm not interested in punishing you, M. [The bite to his tone is scathing. Stocke, Dante, the others - there's no question that Mello crossed a line. But he made his amends, swallowed his pride. And now, now - ]
[The Sin pauses. A stagnant groan soon follows; the joints to his door wrenching themselves open, wide and aching.] As for the rest - not really much else you can do, is there?