[He's not being stubborn or obstinate, though. Greed glances over at the kid, then decides it's far past time he showed off a little himself. His right hand goes from flesh-and-blood to a dark, metallic sort of covering, melting from his fingertips downwards. It's the same color as his shirt-- which, if Josuke looks closely, he might realize isn't a shirt at all, just that weird black carbon stretching over his torso.
What a ho.
Anyway. His nails are claws now, and neatly he sets them to his wrist. Josuke might think he's just gonna cut himself, but--
Nope! There goes his whole hand! Motherfucker just cut his hand right off! There it goes, flopping down to the ground, oh my god--
--and yet within a few seconds, it's regenerating. Bones first, then muscle and tendon knitting neatly over it, veins, skin--]
Sorry, kid. No go. Try it on yourself, why don't you?
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[He's not being stubborn or obstinate, though. Greed glances over at the kid, then decides it's far past time he showed off a little himself. His right hand goes from flesh-and-blood to a dark, metallic sort of covering, melting from his fingertips downwards. It's the same color as his shirt-- which, if Josuke looks closely, he might realize isn't a shirt at all, just that weird black carbon stretching over his torso.
What a ho.
Anyway. His nails are claws now, and neatly he sets them to his wrist. Josuke might think he's just gonna cut himself, but--
Nope! There goes his whole hand! Motherfucker just cut his hand right off! There it goes, flopping down to the ground, oh my god--
--and yet within a few seconds, it's regenerating. Bones first, then muscle and tendon knitting neatly over it, veins, skin--]
Sorry, kid. No go. Try it on yourself, why don't you?