[ He adjusts his glasses and moves as close as the sap allows. Judging by the look of the nymphs arm harvest was a painful process. But in the place of that lost spawns new life, Stan raising his brows at the buds that sprout from green flesh. He can almost hear the bell of the gift shop register, thoughts of money awoken once more.
Leaning back into the couch, he inspects the bag in his lap and weighs it with his hand. There's enough crystal looking up at him to leave a man blind. And that’s the problem. Numbers crunching in his head, clouding his judgement and testing his will, the goblin feels greed slowly consume his thoughts. He never considered it, a man driven by money for years, but now he wonders… Had he always been so adamant about money? It felt like all he could ever think about these days, even with a head full of smoke.
Maybe is mind wasn’t as safe as he once thought.
Stan sits in silence, his face reflecting the deeper level of thought he's fallen to till Gamzee’s coughs brings him back. Only a nymph with a death wish kept a flame that close. Or an elderly fire-monster-thing for that matter. He gets the gist of Gamzee's words, though. He has to smoke his way to freedom. Sounds like a joke.
He doesn't look at Gamzee, his voice low and humourless when he speaks. ] You set yourself on fire yet? All that sap in you… Be a surprise you don’t explode. [ There's a beat, the elder holding that serious demeanor for a moment before he bursts into laughter. ]
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Leaning back into the couch, he inspects the bag in his lap and weighs it with his hand. There's enough crystal looking up at him to leave a man blind. And that’s the problem. Numbers crunching in his head, clouding his judgement and testing his will, the goblin feels greed slowly consume his thoughts. He never considered it, a man driven by money for years, but now he wonders… Had he always been so adamant about money? It felt like all he could ever think about these days, even with a head full of smoke.
Maybe is mind wasn’t as safe as he once thought.
Stan sits in silence, his face reflecting the deeper level of thought he's fallen to till Gamzee’s coughs brings him back. Only a nymph with a death wish kept a flame that close. Or an elderly fire-monster-thing for that matter. He gets the gist of Gamzee's words, though. He has to smoke his way to freedom. Sounds like a joke.
He doesn't look at Gamzee, his voice low and humourless when he speaks. ] You set yourself on fire yet? All that sap in you… Be a surprise you don’t explode. [ There's a beat, the elder holding that serious demeanor for a moment before he bursts into laughter. ]