There was no guilt on Kuja's face or in his voice, only the remaining traces of a smile. His lies were entwined closely with the truth, but even beyond that he could have had a marvelous career as an actor if he'd wished. Or a politician. He saw no need to tell Maria anything about why he'd called himself a weapons dealer for a while; she'd likely take issue with it and it would be a shame for the evening to end on a sour note. There was a time and a place for everything, and Kuja, Destroyer of Worlds and Kicker of Puppies had no place to be at the moment. Other villains were antisocial, brooding in their lairs and despising humanity. He was the opposite, especially when he had no current agenda other than enjoying himself.
"Did you? There must be an interesting story behind the acquisition of your own wealth." He looked away to peer into his glass and was startled to find it mostly empty again. Hmm. He really was terrible with moderation.
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Date: 2010-03-15 01:02 am (UTC)"Did you? There must be an interesting story behind the acquisition of your own wealth." He looked away to peer into his glass and was startled to find it mostly empty again. Hmm. He really was terrible with moderation.