--shit's supposed to record my voice? Why the fuck would I want to leave a message on this thing anyway? They should know who the fuck they're calling if they're calling me in the first place, and obviously I'm not gonna pick up if I don't like them so...
What do you mean it's already recording?
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That works great.
[He'll totally be there early, though.]
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Hey! Hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long!
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[But that's because Greed is a very patient man.]
You know, some of the most fun I've had here in a long time was duking it out with you. You interested in doing something like that again?
[Greed, for god's sake.]
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[Naki has absolutely zero problems hurting people he loves so uh, that's... a thing.]
Just promise you won't hold back, alright?
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Of course not.
C'mon, you want the first move?
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...So that might have been a "yes".]
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At least Greed has a quick reaction time?? He dodges, but it's narrow because he wasn't expecting to have Naki punch him without a word.]
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Naki throws another punch because like hell if he's going to give Greed time to recover. He's looking manic as hell, which probably isn't a surprise.]
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He swings a punch, hard. Naki might be fast as hell, but Greed still can hit like a tank, he just doesn't look like it since he's all lean muscle mass instead of being built like a bodybuilder.
...this is probably going to get dumb fast, but at least he's not in danger of needing to catch his breath right now.]
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Damn, that smarts.
[But he doesn't look like he's willing to call it quits, given how quickly he recovers to attack again.]
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Shit, you okay--
[And then Greed swings at him again and Naki staggers backwards to avoid the hit. That results in him catching his heel on something and losing his balance in the most spectacular way. He lands on his ass and just sort of sits there for a moment.]
...Fucking hell, probably ruined my suit again...
[GRASS STAINS...]
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You got bleach in your house? I can help get that stain out.
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[He takes Greed's hand and stands, brushing off his pants like that will help (it won't).]
Well, whatever, I guess let's just head back.
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[So off they go!
...He's really sorry about your pants.]
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But he'll follow. It was fun even if it was short!!]
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