[ Yuuto has to make a strained noise over being told that he shouldn't act humble. He lightly scratches the side of his face - he wonders if he should explain how mediocre he is compared to others of his world.
However, that would be gossiping about things he shouldn't gossip about.
For as much as he loves to yap, he understands his words could affect the comfort of others. It isn't like chatting with Kanoe and Satsuki.
His mouth opens to let out a small little sigh. ]
I'm afraid you'll have to accept a very bad trait of mine, Greed-san.
[ Since he would rather he not lie and agree, he decides to just admit that he has bad habits. ]
Ah? [ And the glass is taken gratefully. He gives it a little shake - swirling the contents - before a sip follows. His eyes direct themselves on the flames. A little laugh breathes out his nose - disturbing the surface of his drink - as he mulls over those with fire that he has some affection toward. ]
I wouldn't say that it's an admirer. More it will be useful to him.
[ His eyes close as he smiles; his head swims with the liquid. Anemia and alcohol mix interestingly; he thinks he might end up drunk by the time he finishes what he's been given. ]
[The Sin finishes his sip with a slow roll of his tongue. Yuuto is, by every means, an odd sort. Where his wants and motivations are as murky as the very swill they're drinking, and whatever allegiances he has here or otherwise are less tangible and more like a thin shine of something, swimming in the slurry of it all. He can't quite wrap his hands around them, but it doesn't really matter. It never has. Let the man keep 'em, if that's what he really wants.]
[Besides, it's not the first time he's had to deal with someone similar. And, no doubt, it won't be his last.]
[The Sin preens, the tips of his teeth framing around the neck of the bottle like the insides of a reversed iron maiden, and the sound in his chest buries itself deep inside the glass.] Mn. We'll work on that, then. Don't expect ya to change that nature of yours overnight, Suits. But you should at least know your value. It'll make it easier if you ever find yourself on the bad end of a rotten deal. [He sets the bottle down, leaving its contents to spin in a slow, counterclockwise motion. Greed settles his back against one of the boxy towers behind him and as he leans into it, he slides one of his legs over the other; the slip of his ankles, tying themselves loosely together.]
[He arches an eyebrow.] No? A friend, then? [The former homunculus plants the butts of his hands on either side of one of the large, wooden crates making up the center of the pile, forcing its splintered wood to creak and groan.] Eh, never mind. None of my business. You can do whatever you want with it. Just let me know if it ends up doing something interesting, hmn? Still figuring out what the limits here are.
[ His eyes actually close at the end of that sentence. He is smiling but he seems to look very unhappy about the idea. How could he possibly explain how mediocre he was compared to the others of his world?
Kamui. Seishirou. Subaru. Karen.
All of them were either professionals or passionate about their craft. They had something that they wanted to protect and do for themselves. Yuuto has his curiosity and his suffocating apathy. His analysis of himself is that he has potential but no drive; he'll never be worth much of anything.
A spectator in his own life and he's pleased with that position. However, this isn't the first time he's heard these kind of complaints. His younger sister also wanted him to care more about himself and everything - she worried constantly about the kind of person he was. But he doesn't think that will be the same with Greed. Fingers crossed!
So he lets out a small laugh. ]
Well, so long as you don't mind to know... I'll be sure to let them know to let you know if anything happens. [ A little laugh. ] It's a bit of a telephone but it should be okay.
[He slouches, then; the easy slump of his shoulders, leaving his body tilted at a slight cant. Self-worth, he's coming to find, is something people either value, or they don't. And it isn't a huge change from the types he's met before. Each person was different, and the ones Sleep chose to drag into her mess of things are a similar bunch: some with big enough egos to choke a horse and others, like Yuuto, who seemed more than happy to shrink himself down; as if the praise, itself, felt more like a backhand than a compliment.]
[Greed pries his fingers off the crate and as he lifts his hand, he shoos the conversation away with a wave of his wrist.] Sure. Just leave some of the details out of it, hmn? Would rather keep certain people from getting involved if we can. [Specifically those aligned with Sleep and her constant agenda. They didn't need to know jack or shit as far as he's concerned. Not that they could stop him, anyway. Not unless they wanted to put him six feet under and even then, death isn't exactly a thing that lasts.]
[The Sin's tail wafts off the floor, a wave-like motion, and he lifts his chin to meet Yuuto's eyes.] What we did here, the way part, stays between you and me. Hope that won't be too much of a problem.
But he supposes that he doesn't need to show anyone how he does anything. He need only just produce results. In that way, it's like presenting a spreadsheet to someone who doesn't even use a computer anymore.
He gives a small little nod in agreement. ]
Very well. That should be easy.
[ He's just a printing press for daggers made out of living creatures and some home repair. How nice. ]
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[ Yuuto has to make a strained noise over being told that he shouldn't act humble. He lightly scratches the side of his face - he wonders if he should explain how mediocre he is compared to others of his world.
However, that would be gossiping about things he shouldn't gossip about.
For as much as he loves to yap, he understands his words could affect the comfort of others. It isn't like chatting with Kanoe and Satsuki.
His mouth opens to let out a small little sigh. ]
I'm afraid you'll have to accept a very bad trait of mine, Greed-san.
[ Since he would rather he not lie and agree, he decides to just admit that he has bad habits. ]
Ah? [ And the glass is taken gratefully. He gives it a little shake - swirling the contents - before a sip follows. His eyes direct themselves on the flames. A little laugh breathes out his nose - disturbing the surface of his drink - as he mulls over those with fire that he has some affection toward. ]
I wouldn't say that it's an admirer. More it will be useful to him.
[ His eyes close as he smiles; his head swims with the liquid. Anemia and alcohol mix interestingly; he thinks he might end up drunk by the time he finishes what he's been given. ]
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[Besides, it's not the first time he's had to deal with someone similar. And, no doubt, it won't be his last.]
[The Sin preens, the tips of his teeth framing around the neck of the bottle like the insides of a reversed iron maiden, and the sound in his chest buries itself deep inside the glass.] Mn. We'll work on that, then. Don't expect ya to change that nature of yours overnight, Suits. But you should at least know your value. It'll make it easier if you ever find yourself on the bad end of a rotten deal. [He sets the bottle down, leaving its contents to spin in a slow, counterclockwise motion. Greed settles his back against one of the boxy towers behind him and as he leans into it, he slides one of his legs over the other; the slip of his ankles, tying themselves loosely together.]
[He arches an eyebrow.] No? A friend, then? [The former homunculus plants the butts of his hands on either side of one of the large, wooden crates making up the center of the pile, forcing its splintered wood to creak and groan.] Eh, never mind. None of my business. You can do whatever you want with it. Just let me know if it ends up doing something interesting, hmn? Still figuring out what the limits here are.
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[ His eyes actually close at the end of that sentence. He is smiling but he seems to look very unhappy about the idea. How could he possibly explain how mediocre he was compared to the others of his world?
Kamui. Seishirou. Subaru. Karen.
All of them were either professionals or passionate about their craft. They had something that they wanted to protect and do for themselves. Yuuto has his curiosity and his suffocating apathy. His analysis of himself is that he has potential but no drive; he'll never be worth much of anything.
A spectator in his own life and he's pleased with that position. However, this isn't the first time he's heard these kind of complaints. His younger sister also wanted him to care more about himself and everything - she worried constantly about the kind of person he was. But he doesn't think that will be the same with Greed. Fingers crossed!
So he lets out a small laugh. ]
Well, so long as you don't mind to know... I'll be sure to let them know to let you know if anything happens. [ A little laugh. ] It's a bit of a telephone but it should be okay.
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[Greed pries his fingers off the crate and as he lifts his hand, he shoos the conversation away with a wave of his wrist.] Sure. Just leave some of the details out of it, hmn? Would rather keep certain people from getting involved if we can. [Specifically those aligned with Sleep and her constant agenda. They didn't need to know jack or shit as far as he's concerned. Not that they could stop him, anyway. Not unless they wanted to put him six feet under and even then, death isn't exactly a thing that lasts.]
[The Sin's tail wafts off the floor, a wave-like motion, and he lifts his chin to meet Yuuto's eyes.] What we did here, the way part, stays between you and me. Hope that won't be too much of a problem.
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But he supposes that he doesn't need to show anyone how he does anything. He need only just produce results. In that way, it's like presenting a spreadsheet to someone who doesn't even use a computer anymore.
He gives a small little nod in agreement. ]
Very well. That should be easy.
[ He's just a printing press for daggers made out of living creatures and some home repair. How nice. ]