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[When he smiles, it's back to the right of things. To the usual. The Sin shows his teeth around his cigarette, sucking down strings of smoke that lodge and twist around his teeth.]
Good, because that's Envy, not me. [A crackle of heated ash spits close to his face, then blinks out.] And it's equivalent exchange, but eh. Close enough.
[Thinking about Beetlejuice as a car makes him laugh, though a bit subdued. It coughs of him like a cloud.] Good, then maybe you can focus on them instead of causing a fucking mess wherever you go, brat. [How he says it, though: there's something fond to the nickname, even if it does bite on the tips of his teeth.]
[Greed limply waves his hand.] Yeah, well, she's gunna have a hell of time around here if she thinks I'll fight a woman. [Yeah, that's another one of his rules.] Doesn't matter.
And she shouldn't. I told you, guns are easy. Too easy. She might end up regretting it one day. Make sure she never gets there. [A beat of red shines in his eyes, outlining the points of them like a low-burning fire, fingering through a grate.] That's going to be your main job, Oda. Remember what I said: I do take care of my own. Suppose you and I should start doing that a bit more, shouldn't we.
[When he plucks his cigarette from his jaws, he does it with a bark.] Ha - ! Trying to bribe Kam, now? You little shit. [His grin is fierce and demanding. An appreciation for Nobunaga's boldness, no doubt.] I'm sure it wouldn't hurt, but don't expect Kamora to warm up to you just because you brought her the good stuff. She's a cat, Oda. She does whatever the hell she wants.
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Good, because that's Envy, not me. [A crackle of heated ash spits close to his face, then blinks out.] And it's equivalent exchange, but eh. Close enough.
[Thinking about Beetlejuice as a car makes him laugh, though a bit subdued. It coughs of him like a cloud.] Good, then maybe you can focus on them instead of causing a fucking mess wherever you go, brat. [How he says it, though: there's something fond to the nickname, even if it does bite on the tips of his teeth.]
[Greed limply waves his hand.] Yeah, well, she's gunna have a hell of time around here if she thinks I'll fight a woman. [Yeah, that's another one of his rules.] Doesn't matter.
And she shouldn't. I told you, guns are easy. Too easy. She might end up regretting it one day. Make sure she never gets there. [A beat of red shines in his eyes, outlining the points of them like a low-burning fire, fingering through a grate.] That's going to be your main job, Oda. Remember what I said: I do take care of my own. Suppose you and I should start doing that a bit more, shouldn't we.
[When he plucks his cigarette from his jaws, he does it with a bark.] Ha - ! Trying to bribe Kam, now? You little shit. [His grin is fierce and demanding. An appreciation for Nobunaga's boldness, no doubt.] I'm sure it wouldn't hurt, but don't expect Kamora to warm up to you just because you brought her the good stuff. She's a cat, Oda. She does whatever the hell she wants.