[He's sure of it. They love him. And he leans closer when he's tugged, glancing down at his shirt himself - he can replace this shirt, but he's not going to say that and make Greed give him that judgmental look he gives - and, ah? Stick around?
It's a surprise; he blinks a few times, then grins.]
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[He's sure of it. They love him. And he leans closer when he's tugged, glancing down at his shirt himself - he can replace this shirt, but he's not going to say that and make Greed give him that judgmental look he gives - and, ah? Stick around?
It's a surprise; he blinks a few times, then grins.]
Sure, I just got here.
[Not true in the slightest, but whatever.]