[Greed tosses his skull back when he hears that. No, that's not what he meant at all and he barks out of a laugh. It's loud enough to draw a few eyes - as he tosses his hand wildly to the air, opening up all five-fingers as he does so.] Ha - ! No - that's not what I meant at all.
[It's made pretty clear once he rounds the next corner, side-stepping out from the small trickle of pedestrians. There are houses ahead - lined row by row with the same front face, same set-up. A cookie-cutter arrangement and Greed taps the mailbox of "22".] This - [The Sin hums, turning his head over his shoulder. Like that, the fur at his neck fans out. Pluming to gently slide up his jaw.]
Or are you always so quick to assume the worst? Eh - [Doesn't really matter to him.]
[A set of keys slips from his pocket and Greed fingers them. Until he's got the right one and he shoves it lock-deep inside. A twist and a turn pops the door open with a click.] I just don't plan on staying here. [Greed runs his nails down the square-cut edge of the door as he shoves it inside.]
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[It's made pretty clear once he rounds the next corner, side-stepping out from the small trickle of pedestrians. There are houses ahead - lined row by row with the same front face, same set-up. A cookie-cutter arrangement and Greed taps the mailbox of "22".] This - [The Sin hums, turning his head over his shoulder. Like that, the fur at his neck fans out. Pluming to gently slide up his jaw.]
Or are you always so quick to assume the worst? Eh - [Doesn't really matter to him.]
[A set of keys slips from his pocket and Greed fingers them. Until he's got the right one and he shoves it lock-deep inside. A twist and a turn pops the door open with a click.] I just don't plan on staying here. [Greed runs his nails down the square-cut edge of the door as he shoves it inside.]