[The first attempt may not have been entirely successful, but it did at least successfully return the right item to its host, and in the process learn that its host has no need for cigarettes that are already lit. To Ankh's surprise, this is enough to allow it to transform into its real form. It sprouts a beak and yellow feathers and turns into something resembling... a chicken. Ankh just stares at it for a second. This is probably the stupidest looking Yummy he's ever seen.
Then he glances down the street again and happens to notice behind the Yummy's back that the man it had taken the cigarette from is about to light up another one. He apparently had more on him that were not lit yet.
Correction: This is the stupidest Yummy Ankh has ever seen, period. He's not sure whether to blame this place, its host, or the fact that he's mostly human at this point and not completely a Greeed. But regardless, if that much was enough to make it take the form of a bird, then maybe letting it run free for a while is still a worthwhile exercise. He still wants to know whether having more cell medals makes much of a difference at this point.
He glances back at Sebastian, meeting his gaze for a moment, then looks away again, shrugging dismissively.]
It's all yours. [Not that he won't dissolve it when the time is right and take the medals, but until then... This is what your desire spawned, Sebastian. Have fun.]
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Then he glances down the street again and happens to notice behind the Yummy's back that the man it had taken the cigarette from is about to light up another one. He apparently had more on him that were not lit yet.
Correction: This is the stupidest Yummy Ankh has ever seen, period. He's not sure whether to blame this place, its host, or the fact that he's mostly human at this point and not completely a Greeed. But regardless, if that much was enough to make it take the form of a bird, then maybe letting it run free for a while is still a worthwhile exercise. He still wants to know whether having more cell medals makes much of a difference at this point.
He glances back at Sebastian, meeting his gaze for a moment, then looks away again, shrugging dismissively.]
It's all yours. [Not that he won't dissolve it when the time is right and take the medals, but until then... This is what your desire spawned, Sebastian. Have fun.]