[The Sin huffs (a short sound, a defiant sound, and slick all the same), and his grip loosens. The sensation of his hand, flattening across the lapels of Yuuto's suit once. Twice.]
Yeah, I've been warned. Wouldn't surprise me if the hag decided to pull a stupid fucking stunt like that. But it wouldn't be the first time. [He's sure it won't be the same, but the concept isn't a strange one to him. Back then, he'd had Lan Fan do the dirty work. A call to her, over the shoulder he shared with the very face he's wearing, barking his final order.]
[He pockets his hands, feeling slacks that aren't leather, and the snug of a coat, gripping his shoulders tight.] Yeah, well, you can count on schatz for one thing. He knows how to get the job done. If it's necessary, he'll let you know. He owns half the place, Yuuto. And credit where credit's do, the man's got a talent for getting things done.
[The Sin walks, tossing the memory of a ponytail over his shoulder.] Sorry, that's something I can't do. Hurting mine is the same as stealing, friend. Don't think I need to tell you what that means, hmn? [The trail of his cigarette burns smoke between his fingers; a lacework of blue and silver, finding themselves in the dark.] Oh, ho - ! Leader is a strong word. Boss is more like it. I'm no hero, Suits. Don't start getting this wild idea in your head that I'm anything other than what I am.
[Running, regrets, and oh, does he have a few. He ran for 100 years, and two more on top of them. A fugitive that belonged no where and would end up in exactly the same spot he started.]
[Greed pinches his cigarette between his nails, grinning into its fumes.] And what do you think I'm running from? [His tone shifts again. Dangerous, sharp, and as cutting as the crooks of his claws, hovering over his face.]
Go ahead, and spit it out. Told you before there's no point holding anything back with me. And I think we both know how bullshit you can be sometimes. [It isn't mean how he says it. More the kindness of a criminal, passing along his admiration.]
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Yeah, I've been warned. Wouldn't surprise me if the hag decided to pull a stupid fucking stunt like that. But it wouldn't be the first time. [He's sure it won't be the same, but the concept isn't a strange one to him. Back then, he'd had Lan Fan do the dirty work. A call to her, over the shoulder he shared with the very face he's wearing, barking his final order.]
[He pockets his hands, feeling slacks that aren't leather, and the snug of a coat, gripping his shoulders tight.] Yeah, well, you can count on schatz for one thing. He knows how to get the job done. If it's necessary, he'll let you know. He owns half the place, Yuuto. And credit where credit's do, the man's got a talent for getting things done.
[The Sin walks, tossing the memory of a ponytail over his shoulder.] Sorry, that's something I can't do. Hurting mine is the same as stealing, friend. Don't think I need to tell you what that means, hmn? [The trail of his cigarette burns smoke between his fingers; a lacework of blue and silver, finding themselves in the dark.] Oh, ho - ! Leader is a strong word. Boss is more like it. I'm no hero, Suits. Don't start getting this wild idea in your head that I'm anything other than what I am.
[Running, regrets, and oh, does he have a few. He ran for 100 years, and two more on top of them. A fugitive that belonged no where and would end up in exactly the same spot he started.]
[Greed pinches his cigarette between his nails, grinning into its fumes.] And what do you think I'm running from? [His tone shifts again. Dangerous, sharp, and as cutting as the crooks of his claws, hovering over his face.]
Go ahead, and spit it out. Told you before there's no point holding anything back with me. And I think we both know how bullshit you can be sometimes. [It isn't mean how he says it. More the kindness of a criminal, passing along his admiration.]