short-brother:
“Issues, huh? That’s how you’d describe them? Mine’s more of a disagreement, to be honest. I’m taking wrinkled, shitty stone over world-dominating maniac any day. So, in that sense, I guess I’m still better off than you.”
The white stick grinds against sharp, healthy teeth for a few more moments. Letting it slide past his lips, he runs his eyes over the concentrated ball of sugar on the end, before biting it in half and swallowing.
"Bonding? Who said anything about bonding? You’re my boss. Do you really want to bond with me?”
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[ greed’s head cocks to the side for half a second, eyes following as if a side nod gives the kid as if giving the kid a one off from his response. a tattoo covered hand and a plain one then go behind his head, leaning back against a tree trunk. ]
’ hey, when i say ‘we’, i don’t meanyou and me. how about the chimeras? you can’t leave them out…wherever they are. ’
[ he gives a careless shrug before his arms fold around his chest, eyes closing peacefully for a moment before the purple hues suddenly snap open, looking at the kid with a smirk. ]
’ y'know, with our old man issues and all, they’re pretty much the same person, in blood, right? so that’d make me, something along the lines of, your cousin. ’
[ the look on his face is arrogance, because he’s proud that he worked that out, and amusement ]
