[ There is a loud crack against the wooden floor before the sound of something splattering against the screen. The noise changes to a thick wet sound before the elf speaks, again. ]
Do you believe that I could be loved? Truly loved?
[It's a sound that speaks of nothing good; that speaks of ill intentions, the wet splattering too thick to be water and Greed's voice suddenly dips. Turning sour.]
Oi, oi, oi - [Slow pitch, dragging it out. The sudden beat of his heels breaking to a jarring stop and his nails bite into wood.] - that wasn't a good idea, friend. A little bit a waste, don't you think?
You're asking the wrong guy. In the end, I never understood that idea - can't, really.
[Madmen never made for the best conversations; the road constantly jack-knifing to something new and Greed pulls himself forward. Spine releasing from its would-be perch at the wood panel, sending him over the shelf of his hips.]
Tsk - starting to be more trouble than you're worth.
[But the clacking of heels sounds off that he's on the move. Pace delayed, a hook to bait.]
I'm just upset. Playing nice is fun but only when I get to be able to tell them that it's their own fault there's a blade in their side and their insides falling out. I can't do that right now.
Can I come over to cry on your chest about how unfair the world is?
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nestingdevil) wrote2013-08-29 06:10 am
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[ There is a loud crack against the wooden floor before the sound of something splattering against the screen. The noise changes to a thick wet sound before the elf speaks, again. ]
Do you believe that I could be loved? Truly loved?
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Oi, oi, oi - [Slow pitch, dragging it out. The sudden beat of his heels breaking to a jarring stop and his nails bite into wood.] - that wasn't a good idea, friend. A little bit a waste, don't you think?
You're asking the wrong guy. In the end, I never understood that idea - can't, really.
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[ There is one final drip before the sound of that same wet object hits the far-off wall. ]
That is a pity, Greed.
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Tsk - starting to be more trouble than you're worth.
[But the clacking of heels sounds off that he's on the move. Pace delayed, a hook to bait.]
So what'll it be, then?
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I'm just upset. Playing nice is fun but only when I get to be able to tell them that it's their own fault there's a blade in their side and their insides falling out. I can't do that right now.
Can I come over to cry on your chest about how unfair the world is?
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Door's open - feel free to come by.
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I'll clean up and be right over.