"Must be nice," Haku replies, flat. He doesn't appreciate you, Skull, but then genius is rarely recognized in its own time.
He almost says what's in it for me. The words stand in the coldness of his eyes, and the steady gaze, like two chips of green ice. But then Haku bends a little further, and grips the jar with both slim hands. It doesn't look like he ought to be able to lift it, slim elf-shaped person that he is, but Haku seems to have no trouble at all.
He's not completely without spite though; he tucks the jar under his arm, and walks right out of the room. Got a perfect spot for you, Skull, and we're on our way to it.
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He almost says what's in it for me. The words stand in the coldness of his eyes, and the steady gaze, like two chips of green ice. But then Haku bends a little further, and grips the jar with both slim hands. It doesn't look like he ought to be able to lift it, slim elf-shaped person that he is, but Haku seems to have no trouble at all.
He's not completely without spite though; he tucks the jar under his arm, and walks right out of the room. Got a perfect spot for you, Skull, and we're on our way to it.