[A sultry expression pulls at his upper lip, exposing a bit more of his teeth.] Sounds like she knows her stuff, then. I wonder which one you ran into - [Trailing off, the Sin places the cigarette back into his mouth and immediately takes a nice, long drag off it, causing the tip to fume to a crispy red.]
[When he exhales, it's through his nose this time, forcing the smoke to rush out in a cloud like a dragon releasing smog.] I'm sure it's a bit confusing, what with another Hell to worry about. Sounds like a real pain in the ass. [Because for him, at least, he had no other Hell to worry about, no other afterlife to compare it to. Instead, it had been the white-hot promise of nothing. An oblivion that would have stripped him bare, leaving behind only an emptiness.]
[And thing about avarice? Well, the notion of nothing is about as close one can get to a real sort of Hell.]
[The cigarette eats itself away on his lip and Greed quickly makes short of the rest before flicking the butt onto the street with his finger.] Mammon, huh. [He repeats the name, his tone dropped and humming. There's a second where that smile on his face almost gets dark. However, it's gone again, disappearing as sure as the last dregs of ash in his lungs.] Doesn't sound like I was wrong. People like that - they've got the whole wrong idea. Greed isn't just for money and power.
[But he'll skip the speech for now. There's no need for it and really, Fizzarolli probably has enough to deal with already.] I am sorry about that, though. If you end up sticking around, this place will be open soon. [He thumbs over his shoulder towards the building in question. A soft, pink light teases through where the boards had once been.] Stop by sometime. First one's on the house. Think you deserve a little after all that huh?
[But then, the imp goes on his introduction, and the Sin's chin tilts up just so. He watches with a kind of innocent intrigue; his eyebrows all raised up high on his forehead.] Oh - ? Hell's greatest clown, huh? Ha - ! That's pretty impressive! [A whistle traps itself in his cheek.] Shame you retired. Could use some more folks down here who know how to have a little fun.
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[When he exhales, it's through his nose this time, forcing the smoke to rush out in a cloud like a dragon releasing smog.] I'm sure it's a bit confusing, what with another Hell to worry about. Sounds like a real pain in the ass. [Because for him, at least, he had no other Hell to worry about, no other afterlife to compare it to. Instead, it had been the white-hot promise of nothing. An oblivion that would have stripped him bare, leaving behind only an emptiness.]
[And thing about avarice? Well, the notion of nothing is about as close one can get to a real sort of Hell.]
[The cigarette eats itself away on his lip and Greed quickly makes short of the rest before flicking the butt onto the street with his finger.] Mammon, huh. [He repeats the name, his tone dropped and humming. There's a second where that smile on his face almost gets dark. However, it's gone again, disappearing as sure as the last dregs of ash in his lungs.] Doesn't sound like I was wrong. People like that - they've got the whole wrong idea. Greed isn't just for money and power.
[But he'll skip the speech for now. There's no need for it and really, Fizzarolli probably has enough to deal with already.] I am sorry about that, though. If you end up sticking around, this place will be open soon. [He thumbs over his shoulder towards the building in question. A soft, pink light teases through where the boards had once been.] Stop by sometime. First one's on the house. Think you deserve a little after all that huh?
[But then, the imp goes on his introduction, and the Sin's chin tilts up just so. He watches with a kind of innocent intrigue; his eyebrows all raised up high on his forehead.] Oh - ? Hell's greatest clown, huh? Ha - ! That's pretty impressive! [A whistle traps itself in his cheek.] Shame you retired. Could use some more folks down here who know how to have a little fun.