07-05-2018, 10:58 PM
Greed nods at her question, downing the rest of his drink and motioning to the bartender for another. He technically was made from his creator's greed, and while it wasn't the same thing as Aphra's case, it was still pretty close. He acted on his feelings of envy and the want to have it all. He might as well have been the sin itself. Swallowing at the burning feeling of the alcohol sliding down his throat, he turns back from staring down at his glass, listening as she describes how she's settled into the Typhoon. He couldn't picture himself being anywhere else, really, and he was glad that there were other people like that, too.
"That's good," he replies with a flicker of his ear. As she asks him a question in turn, he gives yet another nod, sparing a glance about the tavern. "Yeah, I do. I usually hang around down here when I have nothing better to do," he explains with one last sip from his drink. Lately, though, his head had been in the clouds, and every time he returned there, he would stare off into space rather than do what he usually did.
"SPEECH"
"That's good," he replies with a flicker of his ear. As she asks him a question in turn, he gives yet another nod, sparing a glance about the tavern. "Yeah, I do. I usually hang around down here when I have nothing better to do," he explains with one last sip from his drink. Lately, though, his head had been in the clouds, and every time he returned there, he would stare off into space rather than do what he usually did.
"SPEECH"