❝Hearing so many voices calling you weak every day— ...it’s jarring to find out they’re all your own.❞ ➳ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀʀ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ➳ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs/ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ/ʟɪᴛ ➳ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ ➳ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴅᴍs ➳ sᴏʟᴏs & ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛ ↻&♡ ?

"Sometimes, the greatest pleasure in life is shutting the door in Yugi's face when he tries to wish you a happy birthday."

Pushes the pile of gifts out his office door and orders Roland to dispose of them all. "I hate my birthday."

"Oh absolutely. He thinks he ruled a gang when like four people worked for him. What kind of gang is that?"

"It wouldn't be my birthday without you lot making it difficult." The words lacked the usual bite, and he hated it.

"Greed and Ling are the worst possible versions of twins I've ever seen."

The smile lasted a very short amount of time before he wiped it off his face, settling for covering his mouth with his hand. "Thank you. I hope you're well."

Is unhappy with how much he missed everyone, settles on scowling at those close to him.

"Lings an Emperor. Greed is a couch surfer, I think?"

"He might not be awful. If you convince him that if he takes care of his subjects they'd grant him undying loyalty..."