give me direct support || egg, open

Greed grins, unable to help himself from bursting out into laughter at Caesar getting trapped in mud. It probably wasn't good for his wounds, but damn if he didn't deserve it. It was funny how he had sunk down lower than them, yet he was still running his mouth. Turning back to Roxanne, he nods in agreement, the feeling definitely mutual. A dislike towards the yellow devil and a maternal streak towards random eggs? She was fucking cool.

He trots over, volunteering himself to help carry it. "I'll help out," now, could he lift it was the question. Someone else would probably have to help him, even if he was stronger than the average. Or maybe he wasn't anymore, he hadn't really found out yet.

"SPEECH"

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