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[His side of the line is frighteningly quiet. There's only a fuzz of static, like the soft hum of a heater in the distance. Maybe the gentle lift of a heel before it saddles up against the other and for a while, it stays like that.]

[Then lips part - wet and slippery. Wide and stretching, as if daring the other on. "Try it again, little girl in red. See where that part of the woods takes you."]

[Greed doesn't like what he hears at first and he certainly doesn't appreciate the threat. There's a tense splintering on the other side of the feed - groaning like a clamp holding two opposite sides of a skull in place. Cranking and cranking until something caves and the Sin rips his nails from wood. Leaving behind sizable wounds.]

Oh - ?

[His voice is sickeningly sweet and razor sharp, but pleasant. He knows, or at least he thinks, Yaha's not stupid enough to make good on his previous comment. He's stammering like a dog that accidentally bit the hand that feeds, tail tucked under and shivers in his skin. But the elf isn't so innocent: that is a fact Greed's far too aware of.]

Y'know, that's not usually how it works. [The homunculus carefully tilts his head, bringing his voice way from the conversation momentarily. There's a collection of sharp-swipes - knives being cleaned.] I really don't give a shit what you plan to do to me, but let's get one thing straight:

[Crunch, goes his bones. Clack goes his heel. And the sound that follows it blade-cold and hard as steel. Jittery in the absence of a face.] - that's stealing. And remember what I told you? [His tongue touches his teeth. It's hot now - hotter than it had been before Zelien took them someplace else. His head is still throbbing a bit.]

I don't let anyone take what's mine.

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