Kimbley notices Greed tensing. He tries not to react, but the way he clenches and releases his hands reflexively probably says enough. His smirk is still plastered on; it doesn't look anywhere near as convincing as it should.
"I dunno about you, but I don't have much to say." Kimbley's response is even, thankfully. The strange device beeps from inside the body bag Kimbley woke up in and he half-turns toward it curiously. He doesn't want to turn his back on the Homunculus, so he tries to split his attention between both as he fishes out the pad. He doesn't usually like following orders, but the PLEASE LEAVE NOW warning just so happens to fit with his desire to leave. He's not bothered by dead people, but waking up in a morgue is kind of morbid, even for his tastes.
So Kimbley starts toward the door, only turning his back on Greed for long enough to get the door open and step outside.
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"I dunno about you, but I don't have much to say." Kimbley's response is even, thankfully. The strange device beeps from inside the body bag Kimbley woke up in and he half-turns toward it curiously. He doesn't want to turn his back on the Homunculus, so he tries to split his attention between both as he fishes out the pad. He doesn't usually like following orders, but the PLEASE LEAVE NOW warning just so happens to fit with his desire to leave. He's not bothered by dead people, but waking up in a morgue is kind of morbid, even for his tastes.
So Kimbley starts toward the door, only turning his back on Greed for long enough to get the door open and step outside.