You know, I'd call you crazy for that little display, but I think that'd just be repeating myself.

[It's been a while since Kimbley has seen Greed, and a few things have changed since then - namely, pretty much everybody relevant to their situation died. But you know what, sometimes life just kind of sucks like that, and as far as Kimbley goes a good time was had and that's all that matters.

But really, if the way he's addressing him is any indication, as far as Kimbley is concerned nothing has changed at all. He's got his hands shoved deep into his pockets; sure, the clothes have changed - that burgundy monstrosity of a suit is gone, replaced by an ill-fitting Amestrian military uniform that's hanging open in the front rather than done up at the collar - but the almost too-easy tone behind his words hasn't, nor has the smirk playing across his features.

He's a short ways down the pier, well out of reaching distance; the last thing he needs is to be shoved in, since he doesn't swim for shit and drowning isn't on his agenda today. But here he is, and here you are, and...well, let's see where this goes, shall we?]

I was wondering if you'd make your way here eventually.