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An eyebrow lifted at the sudden turn of the conversation, but somehow the real purpose managed to slip by him. Pushing the bag on his hip back slightly, Kadaj nodded. He trusted his brother’s opinions on things, especially when he was being told how terrible it was.
A family relationship built on love, tears, and the common ground of distaste for everyone on the planet that wasn’t each other.
The smile was returned in the form of a knowing smirk, accompanied by a shake of his head at how stupid the little people could be.
"Loitering? Oh no, Yazoo. How terrible." The sarcasm was thick, and Kadaj couldn’t help but roll his eyes. "Well, if you hadn’t warned me about the quality of the product, I might suggest going in there anyways, just to spite them."
"Not worth it." He rolled his own eyes as if in echo. "They might arrest me for disturbing the peace."
Luckily, Kadaj hadn't caught on to his sly move... but, then again, people rarely did. Yazoo had been good at making people believe what he wanted them to believe since the three of them had been in foster care, especially when it was for his brothers' own goods. At least, that was what he told himself to keep his conscience clean... and, in the past few years, to convince himself that there was a real reason that he couldn't stop lying.
Head still tilted teasingly, he gave his elbow a gentle nudge with the tips of his fingers to get his attention. "Why don't we just go home? I'm sure I can make you a better coffee than one of those... people."
He stressed 'people' as politicians might stress 'miserable children with no arms or legs'; not disapprovingly, but with a sort of contrived pity. "Besides, you ought to tell me about work. Who offended you this time?"
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The People Fight ~Piano Ver.~ - Nobuo Uematsu
Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children Original Soundtrack
Disc No.1; Track No.07