"I'm kind of loosing count with how many siblings he actually has. I've only met the three of you. Though I swear every time I talk to him it's like you've fucking expanded." He started up that incline towards the apartment. He'd make it eventually. "I dunno. Guess I'm not her type." Greed had said as much quite a few times. They all knew he wasn't the looker, they'd drilled into his head that he was no better than a spot on the couch to use as a pillow.