06-25-2018, 03:30 PM
He definitely encouraged chasing seagulls away. They were always so loud and annoying, and often times they'd fly down and agitate him. Overall they were a nuisance, and he'd give a medal to anyone who would go against their crimes. He nods, pleased to hear about her rebellion against the birds, though he would hope that they wouldn't one day retaliate somehow. It probably wouldn't be easy to get bird droppings out of such a thick pelt. "Good! The bastards deserve it. Once I was out on deck with my lunch, and one of those fuckers swooped down and grabbed it up! I was pissed, of course," he retells the story with a sour expression on his face, softly shaking his head.
Unfortunately, Greed couldn't really relate to having family. It wasn't that he had bad relatives or anything--he just didn't have any, or at least not technically. He had his 'siblings' and his 'father,' but they weren't really. They were humans that were created and there was no genetics bounding them together. Besides, they couldn't give less of a shit about him. He had been made in the first place just to carry out orders, after all. But in the end, he had gone down his own path.
"Sounds nice. Uh, you any good at it?" his voice wavered in it's luster for a moment, but it quickly returns, instead focusing on how she liked to draw. When the question was turned on him, he paused, playfully tapping his chin. "Hm, I'd have to say...drinking and partying. Those are pretty fun. Meeting people is always fun, too," he finishes with a goofy grin, adjusting himself as he started to lose feeling in his paw. Hopefully the storm would be over soon, it was definitely uncomfortable in there.
"SPEECH"
Unfortunately, Greed couldn't really relate to having family. It wasn't that he had bad relatives or anything--he just didn't have any, or at least not technically. He had his 'siblings' and his 'father,' but they weren't really. They were humans that were created and there was no genetics bounding them together. Besides, they couldn't give less of a shit about him. He had been made in the first place just to carry out orders, after all. But in the end, he had gone down his own path.
"Sounds nice. Uh, you any good at it?" his voice wavered in it's luster for a moment, but it quickly returns, instead focusing on how she liked to draw. When the question was turned on him, he paused, playfully tapping his chin. "Hm, I'd have to say...drinking and partying. Those are pretty fun. Meeting people is always fun, too," he finishes with a goofy grin, adjusting himself as he started to lose feeling in his paw. Hopefully the storm would be over soon, it was definitely uncomfortable in there.
"SPEECH"