[ Having no idea what to expect, the… very unique appearance of this bird faintly surprises Caelus. Though he's seen so many strange things at this point (even back in his universe, there's plenty of strange enough things), he still can't really get used to the mutations of Hosts entirely. And he's someone who doesn't hesitate to eat Host meat… But he only does that as a means to survive. They can't exactly be picky with their food options here.
It's not that he's afraid or anything. It's just his sympathy crawling at the back of his mind. This world has suffered so much, and he can't get used to that idea at all. There wasn't a day when he didn't think about the future of this ruined place. Maybe it's idealistic of him, but he doesn't want to give up hope. He wants to believe that things might still get better for those living here. If there's a chance that he can help make that happen, he will take action at any time.
Those are his thoughts as he watches the bird fly away. Then, his focus shifts when he hears an unfamiliar voice. He recognizes it, but it's unfamiliar in the sense that they're still both strangers to each other, and he doesn't know what to make of this person yet. Still, being himself, he tries to give a friendly smile regardless of whether the man is looking or not. ]
Don't worry, I just arrived. And yes, it's me.
[ The trailblazer looks around a bit more, out of precaution, since he did promise to be careful. But he doesn't want to be rude either, so he shortly walks further in, taking a seat on the bar stool beside the counter. ]
Nice to formally meet you, Greed. So, was there something you couldn't tell me on the Murmur?
[ There has to be a reason the man wants to see him personally, right? ]
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It's not that he's afraid or anything. It's just his sympathy crawling at the back of his mind. This world has suffered so much, and he can't get used to that idea at all. There wasn't a day when he didn't think about the future of this ruined place. Maybe it's idealistic of him, but he doesn't want to give up hope. He wants to believe that things might still get better for those living here. If there's a chance that he can help make that happen, he will take action at any time.
Those are his thoughts as he watches the bird fly away. Then, his focus shifts when he hears an unfamiliar voice. He recognizes it, but it's unfamiliar in the sense that they're still both strangers to each other, and he doesn't know what to make of this person yet. Still, being himself, he tries to give a friendly smile regardless of whether the man is looking or not. ]
Don't worry, I just arrived. And yes, it's me.
[ The trailblazer looks around a bit more, out of precaution, since he did promise to be careful. But he doesn't want to be rude either, so he shortly walks further in, taking a seat on the bar stool beside the counter. ]
Nice to formally meet you, Greed. So, was there something you couldn't tell me on the Murmur?
[ There has to be a reason the man wants to see him personally, right? ]