The dinner bell

Greed did not answer the youngster right away. He simply studied the pup for a bit. There was plenty of meat here to share, sure. The boy was polite though. Which struck Greed more then if the boy had decided to put on a tough guy act. Well. . . What the heck.



"Sure kid. Help yourself. Just don't get in my way," He said. The boy couldn't possibly eat enough to hake a huge difference in the carcass. Greed then went back to his kill, not interested in the pup any longer. He did keep an eye on the boy in case he tried anything. He considered for the barest moment if he should start a conversation with the kid, or just ignore him and finish his meal. What would he even talk about? His name? The weather? Boring. Simply boring. Speech!