[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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[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. ]