rotten want

Text: Hey, a little optimism goes a long way, doesn't it? Text: Some might, but I don't think so. No one's going to look out for our own assets but us, right? Text: Though...I'd like to hope you'd have my back, I'm not going to count on it. No offense, Dolly. Text: Anyway I'm sure you can relate.

Text: Can't argue with that.

Text: I wouldn't like anybody else but me looking after them. I prefer to watch over what's mine, y'know?

Text: I'd take the time to be offended but you've got a point.

Text: As long as it's me in it I don't see why I wouldn't. You know me, I can make almost anything look good.

Text: I can't say no to an offer like that. Consider it a deal.

Text: I think I've got more than enough confidence for that, so don't worry your pretty little head too much.

Getting the police involved is not an option. Not only would it be trouble for both of them, but Silver has an outstanding record of not getting caught. Additionally, they may ask to speak to his parents since he’s a minor, and that… there’s no way it would end well, considering his living situation. It’s why he was alright with being thrown back into the streets: it’d be like an escort home.

It’s been duly noted  that Silver stands no chance in a fight against this guy. A single punch would send him packing, but somehow he’s still considering it. If he could get away before that first hit was landed… but there’s no chance of that, is there? The guy’s got a tight grip on his shoulder as it is, and in the face of a fight, he doubts there’ll be an opening for him to flee before it begins. Besides, what if he’s got henchmen or someone he can yell for upstairs? He could be caught again before reaching the exit.

Seconds tick by as Greed allows the kid as much time as he needs to come to a conclusive decision; he was in no rush, and he was curious to see if he'd take the expected route or settle for something a little less humiliating. Considering the look of him from the outside and the few moments he got of conversation, he was half-expecting the younger to choose a fight he'd definitely lose. He wasn't really interested in beating on minors, though, so it was a bit nice to know he wouldn't have to resort to that once the redhead spits out his response.

A smirk and a pat on the shoulder, and the older man steps back to give his new 'employee' some space. It's not like he was gonna run, not after he verbally committed the equivalent of selling his soul to the devil. }

See, was that really so hard? Nice to see you're not making this difficult for me, kid.

{ Greed cracks his neck and sighs before pulling the pair of rounded glasses off his face, tucking them in his pocket so he could get a good unhindered look at the person he'd have working under him for...well, however long he felt like teaching him a lesson. }

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I’d rather die.

Did you hear that?

I know what I saw.

That doesn’t make any sense.

Promise me, you’ll never do that again…

Don’t touch me.

We make a good team.

What’s the news?

Do you hear yourself?

Are those wedding bells I detect?

You stole that from me

You’re joking, right?

I can’t see anything.

You’re bleeding…

Are you drunk?

Who do you think you are?

Don’t leave.

How did that happen?

Why won’t you believe me?

I want to help.

I’m not going to make it.

Tell me the truth.

You’re cut off.

You’ll come bail me out, right?

Or is it? This isn’t the first time he’s been caught. He’s escaped tighter binds than this, so why worry? The answer is simple: don’t. Don’t worry. Silver is highly skilled in the fields of tactics and evasion. Why should someone like him worry about being caught? The game’s not over yet. He has plenty of time, plenty of chances, and an abundance of skill.

This time he won’t make the same rookie mistake. He takes a brief second to capture his surroundings: a dusty storeroom full of haphazardly stacked boxes, most of them full of what must be valuables. Behind him is an older man. The strength of his grip makes it clear that if it came down to a physical fight, Silver would end up on the ground within seconds. His only chance, then, is evasion and escape. When the time is right, he’ll have to slip out of this guy’s hold and make a dash for the nearest exit. He won’t make off with any loot, fine - as long as he lives to tell the tale.

Now...what was he going to do with him? Obviously, just letting him go free wasn't an option, since the kid had snuck in and most likely tried to make off with some of his things. And that, if you happened to know Greed personally, was one of the few things he despised the most. His things were his, no matter how small or valuable, and he didn't like people taking what was what his. Not to mention...

What an attitude.

He liked a kid with a bit of spark, and this one didn't seem to have a shortage of that. Still, if he thought he was going to get off just with a few snarky words, he had another thing coming. Blinking, the older man tilted his head ahead and placed his free hand on his hip, tone somewhat amused. }

Oh? Not a bad plan.

But that'd be a little too easy.

{ The 'dignity intact' line warrants a sharp laugh, sharp teeth on display as he eyes the redhead. }

Dignity intact, huh? You really think I'd allow that after you tried to take what's mine? Let's be real, kid, you're not exactly getting out of here scot-free.

{ A patient moment before he hums, possibilities running through his head. }

Let's see....I could hand you over to the police for trespassing and attended thievery, or teach you a lesson before throwing you out back onto the street.

{ A wave of the hand. }