[There would be enough holes in Kimbley's story if Greed did recognize him by chance, but he's content not to elaborate on them. What's the point, if every time he tells the truth, it's met with disbelief? Why he continues to care, Kmbley doesn't know.
Maybe it's because Greed is someone else from the same world, someone who knows the same things about the world as Kimbley. Or at least, they way the world used to be. Turning into someone that looks like a dog, a chimera isn't something that Kimbley wants to think on too long. He already has the teeth, the claws.
The ears are the dead give away-- fur the same color as his hair that twitch in the direction of sounds he wouldn't have picked up on before.
Greed might not care to hide his changing appearance, but Kimbley wishes more than anything that he could hide his.
Still, at least the inn isn't deserted. He trusts Greed to an extent, even now, but the only thing he trusts for certain is that Greed isn't entirely predictable.
Still, he decides the best course of action is to order similarly to Greed:]
Gin and tonic.
[Kimbley, in turn, walks quietly. Like he's used to having severe discussions about his behavior in corners away from prying eyes. He's on guard and alert, but not tense.]
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Maybe it's because Greed is someone else from the same world, someone who knows the same things about the world as Kimbley. Or at least, they way the world used to be. Turning into someone that looks like a dog, a chimera isn't something that Kimbley wants to think on too long. He already has the teeth, the claws.
The ears are the dead give away-- fur the same color as his hair that twitch in the direction of sounds he wouldn't have picked up on before.
Greed might not care to hide his changing appearance, but Kimbley wishes more than anything that he could hide his.
Still, at least the inn isn't deserted. He trusts Greed to an extent, even now, but the only thing he trusts for certain is that Greed isn't entirely predictable.
Still, he decides the best course of action is to order similarly to Greed:]
Gin and tonic.
[Kimbley, in turn, walks quietly. Like he's used to having severe discussions about his behavior in corners away from prying eyes. He's on guard and alert, but not tense.]