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Oh-? So you already know about all that do you?
[There's a narrow inspection behind his sunglasses. Matched with the fanning out of his too-sharp teeth and Greed rolls his wrist across the outer edge of the table. Exposing his fingers one by one and it's entirely a show. Flashy and flamboyant with him as center stage.]
[As it should and always would be.] So who did you meet? That dim-whit Sloth? Or the hag, Lust? [The Sin tips himself to the side, letting those sunglasses fall just a tad. If the guy knows then those eyes of his should be familiar. Cut with a serpent's flavor and colored an eerie purple. His pupils thin out to needle points only to thicken again when a shadow passes by.]
I think you can figure it out - I'm not like the rest.
[Greed extends a hand outside the curtain before the passerby makes a get away. Snapping his fingers.] The usual. And a Side-Car for our friend here.
[The exchange is sort, sweet, and to the point. The woman only nods, thumbing her finger behind her as she passes on the drink order. Greed slithers his hand back inside, gesturing to the empty space in front of him.] There are plenty of humans here and plenty that just aren't.
I don't really care what you are Grit - as long as you work for me.
[The last word comes on strong. Like a hard brandy; thick, heavy with a buzz at his tongue. He lulls his head back, exposing the length of his throat. Which he runs a finger down in mid-thought.] Ah - [A snap of the thumb brings him back.]
- the name's Greed. It's a pleasure.
[There's a narrow inspection behind his sunglasses. Matched with the fanning out of his too-sharp teeth and Greed rolls his wrist across the outer edge of the table. Exposing his fingers one by one and it's entirely a show. Flashy and flamboyant with him as center stage.]
[As it should and always would be.] So who did you meet? That dim-whit Sloth? Or the hag, Lust? [The Sin tips himself to the side, letting those sunglasses fall just a tad. If the guy knows then those eyes of his should be familiar. Cut with a serpent's flavor and colored an eerie purple. His pupils thin out to needle points only to thicken again when a shadow passes by.]
I think you can figure it out - I'm not like the rest.
[Greed extends a hand outside the curtain before the passerby makes a get away. Snapping his fingers.] The usual. And a Side-Car for our friend here.
[The exchange is sort, sweet, and to the point. The woman only nods, thumbing her finger behind her as she passes on the drink order. Greed slithers his hand back inside, gesturing to the empty space in front of him.] There are plenty of humans here and plenty that just aren't.
I don't really care what you are Grit - as long as you work for me.
[The last word comes on strong. Like a hard brandy; thick, heavy with a buzz at his tongue. He lulls his head back, exposing the length of his throat. Which he runs a finger down in mid-thought.] Ah - [A snap of the thumb brings him back.]
- the name's Greed. It's a pleasure.
[With company on his back, Greed takes away from the shore. Leaving the waves to wash and lick, sounding off with the lulling roll of water. It sloshes behind him, each step taking them further and further away. Until the dull hum of street life replaces the ocean's would-be lullaby and Greed climbs a small rock-face with ease.]
Not that much of a talker, are you.
[Clunk and his heel hits the surface of the dock. A few strides past the usual(s) have them heading back to town. It's lit in hell-fire as torches roar up the length of wood. A perfect time for him and his; when the shadows breath more hiding spaces and the Sin easily sinks into them. Disappearing from casual side looks that don't dare utter a word.]
[Good for them. It'd be a real disappoint to have to stop now and answer the daunting questions that would probably follow.]
[A horse and cart passes by and Greed stops to let them go. Before shoving himself down a crooked alleyway made up of uneven cobblestone. The stretch is dimmer as they pass through. With a few passersby merely nodding; as if they know him, know the look. Seen it time and time again and it's just the usual business at hand.]
[There's a wooden door down the winding street and Greed slams his elbow into it. While he shifts the weight on his back and the lock pops. Cracks wide open to let him in.]
OOC | sorry about the tense shift hun!
Not that much of a talker, are you.
[Clunk and his heel hits the surface of the dock. A few strides past the usual(s) have them heading back to town. It's lit in hell-fire as torches roar up the length of wood. A perfect time for him and his; when the shadows breath more hiding spaces and the Sin easily sinks into them. Disappearing from casual side looks that don't dare utter a word.]
[Good for them. It'd be a real disappoint to have to stop now and answer the daunting questions that would probably follow.]
[A horse and cart passes by and Greed stops to let them go. Before shoving himself down a crooked alleyway made up of uneven cobblestone. The stretch is dimmer as they pass through. With a few passersby merely nodding; as if they know him, know the look. Seen it time and time again and it's just the usual business at hand.]
[There's a wooden door down the winding street and Greed slams his elbow into it. While he shifts the weight on his back and the lock pops. Cracks wide open to let him in.]
OOC | sorry about the tense shift hun!
[ It's a sickening swirl, of bright lights and too dark shadows. A mix of light and dark that curls in on itself as he's carried away. He licks his lips and the taste of the poison on his lips almost makes him gag again.
He shakes his head in response, not even bothering to realize that his saviour could not see him to know his reply. Half holding his head up, he tries to make sense of where he was. Hair swaying and dripping water and sand as they made it further into the city. Smells and sounds foreign and nightmarish trickle that filtered through. No longer the agony he was before, but the pain would not go from him.
When the silence comes again, the street muted to far off again, that was when he tugged, to be let down, even if it was just to be dropped onto the floor. ]
He shakes his head in response, not even bothering to realize that his saviour could not see him to know his reply. Half holding his head up, he tries to make sense of where he was. Hair swaying and dripping water and sand as they made it further into the city. Smells and sounds foreign and nightmarish trickle that filtered through. No longer the agony he was before, but the pain would not go from him.
When the silence comes again, the street muted to far off again, that was when he tugged, to be let down, even if it was just to be dropped onto the floor. ]
"Yet you're here. You're not dead. That's the important part. So you do the best you can with what you've got." She wrinkles her nose at the bottle, pointing at it with a bit of distaste. "Instead of drinking your life away. That stuff isn't good for you, you know."
She walks over to the bed and pokes it, making a face at the dust that comes off of it. "Greed, I can't sleep on this! Seriously, this is disgusting."
She walks over to the bed and pokes it, making a face at the dust that comes off of it. "Greed, I can't sleep on this! Seriously, this is disgusting."
He suddenly jerks forward. Snapping from the hip to topple over on himself as a laugh takes hold. When he barks, the noise practically bounces against the walls. Making the old wood shiver and Greed throws himself back. Howling and the liquor in hand sloshes and spins with his jerk-still movement.
"Ha -! That isn't really how it works - it's not like this could do much to me." For emphasis, the Sin rattles his wrist back and forth. "I told you before: I'm built tougher than most."
But when Kaede protests again, Greed closes an eye. As if he's slightly put-off by her voice of protest. But he coils finger after finger around his liquor, edging one foot forward. "It isn't that bad," he trails back to the bed, setting down the bottle on a nearby nightstand. On closer inspection, it's obvious that the linens have collected some dust over his lengthy absence. Greed snatches the end of a sheet, tearing it out from the slip of the bed.
"Tsk - you know out of everything, I figured that'd be the least of your complaints. Fine - " He tosses it aside, letting the fabric slip from his fingers into a pile on the floor. "But it's not like I have a lot left here."
"Ha -! That isn't really how it works - it's not like this could do much to me." For emphasis, the Sin rattles his wrist back and forth. "I told you before: I'm built tougher than most."
But when Kaede protests again, Greed closes an eye. As if he's slightly put-off by her voice of protest. But he coils finger after finger around his liquor, edging one foot forward. "It isn't that bad," he trails back to the bed, setting down the bottle on a nearby nightstand. On closer inspection, it's obvious that the linens have collected some dust over his lengthy absence. Greed snatches the end of a sheet, tearing it out from the slip of the bed.
"Tsk - you know out of everything, I figured that'd be the least of your complaints. Fine - " He tosses it aside, letting the fabric slip from his fingers into a pile on the floor. "But it's not like I have a lot left here."
"...I guess not." She doesn't like the idea of sleeping on this creepy old bed. But if she had nothing else, she would manage. Her arms wrap around herself, a breath letting out. "I guess that's what we've got. I guess the idea of a hotel is too much?"
But maybe Greed is in trouble in this place, still. She isn't sure but something isn't quite right. What it is that isn't right, she isn't sure or how to deal with that itch. Maybe she could find something out in the morning.
But maybe Greed is in trouble in this place, still. She isn't sure but something isn't quite right. What it is that isn't right, she isn't sure or how to deal with that itch. Maybe she could find something out in the morning.
[Those eyes flick up to watch Alec. How he breathes, how he talks. What he's saying and doing and what he's holding back. Greed's mouth opens a bit more - with a jagged smile as he reaches for Alec's wrist and tugs his hand forward.]
[Subtle communication won't work, that's for sure. But maybe a little nudging will.]
[So he moves the hand into the spikes of hair. Forces the palm into his scalp as if beckoning for a tug. For some sort of direction, an answer to what Alec really wants out of this and Greed growls. A feral noise that's neither aggressive or demeaning. Something a bit more pleasant as he urges the other further and further down his throat.]
[The kid does have it right though: "Why do I need to, when you'll give it to me anyway?" Well, partly right. It isn't like Alec's needs overpower his own - it's just a means to an end, to get what he wants out of the deal. But as he's said before, and certainly will say again, there's a few perks for signing up under his wing.]
[And his are always taken care of.]
[Subtle communication won't work, that's for sure. But maybe a little nudging will.]
[So he moves the hand into the spikes of hair. Forces the palm into his scalp as if beckoning for a tug. For some sort of direction, an answer to what Alec really wants out of this and Greed growls. A feral noise that's neither aggressive or demeaning. Something a bit more pleasant as he urges the other further and further down his throat.]
[The kid does have it right though: "Why do I need to, when you'll give it to me anyway?" Well, partly right. It isn't like Alec's needs overpower his own - it's just a means to an end, to get what he wants out of the deal. But as he's said before, and certainly will say again, there's a few perks for signing up under his wing.]
[And his are always taken care of.]
[Alec's fingers tangle against Greed's hair, and he's quiet for just a moment as he twists, almost as if he's trying his grip rather than appreciating it. It's clear he doesn't need to urge Greed on further, since the man is already taking in more than Alec would have him, is already doing his level best to overwhelm Alec's whole self.]
Hnn.
[It has to be good to reduce Alec from words to noises, although that much won't last as long as Greed might like it to, even if the words Alec does reach for aren't filled with the usual level of snark.]
That's so good.
[He doesn't need to ask for things right now because he wouldn't ask for more than this.]
Hnn.
[It has to be good to reduce Alec from words to noises, although that much won't last as long as Greed might like it to, even if the words Alec does reach for aren't filled with the usual level of snark.]
That's so good.
[He doesn't need to ask for things right now because he wouldn't ask for more than this.]
[What comes out of him is a gurgling sort of noise. As if he's surprised that he's actually choking on his own blood. The shock in those ghostly-purple eyes tell a different story: contempt, regret. Mockery and maybe, just maybe a hint of something else. A deadly sin best left unsaid due to its connotation.]
[Wrath.]
[The lights go out and Greed's eyes finally roll back into his skull. Showing white as his limbs are removed. For a while, it seems like the silence will last a lifetime.]
[But from the torn words, the pulse strikes. Jerking wildly as fingers of red cut and coil. A light bulb shatters from above, then another.] You -
[Greed's voice is a spit. Making the blood at his lip bubble and pop. But as he lifts his head, that grin of his is easy to make out. Even with the blood making those too-sharp teeth stain the same color that's lighting him up. Making the shadows on his face stretch and etch his skin. He swallows audibly.]
- ha - ! [The laughter is sickening, his grin even more so. The wires seem to be slowing the process, but the core of his rings true. Jointing bone back together in square-cut shapes that are hardly natural.]
Then - [Greed's expression is wild. Feral in nature and design as his fingers jerk. Mimicking that of a dead rattle.] - what's your point. [Not a question, but a spat-back statement.]
[Wrath.]
[The lights go out and Greed's eyes finally roll back into his skull. Showing white as his limbs are removed. For a while, it seems like the silence will last a lifetime.]
[But from the torn words, the pulse strikes. Jerking wildly as fingers of red cut and coil. A light bulb shatters from above, then another.] You -
[Greed's voice is a spit. Making the blood at his lip bubble and pop. But as he lifts his head, that grin of his is easy to make out. Even with the blood making those too-sharp teeth stain the same color that's lighting him up. Making the shadows on his face stretch and etch his skin. He swallows audibly.]
- ha - ! [The laughter is sickening, his grin even more so. The wires seem to be slowing the process, but the core of his rings true. Jointing bone back together in square-cut shapes that are hardly natural.]
Then - [Greed's expression is wild. Feral in nature and design as his fingers jerk. Mimicking that of a dead rattle.] - what's your point. [Not a question, but a spat-back statement.]
Greed trails his fingers down the abandoned bottle; touching when it curves and bends. With his back to her, his shoulders rise and those red lines knotting his back move with him. Stretching when his blades fan out, retracting when he settles again. Usually, it's easier.
When they've got nothing left to lose, that is.
But Kaede has plenty to lose: her life, her family. The situation is cruel and Greed makes a small groan of protest. "C'mon," he says as he tosses his head to the side. With bottle in tow, Greed settles down on the bed and his foot notches into the wood frame still holding at the edge. "-a hotel really isn't going to work."
And while the gesture is a silent one, sometimes silence speaks more volumes. "I told you, didn't I? I don't let anyone take what's mine." The homunculus leans his back into the worn mattress; it feels familiar under his back, even if the smell isn't exactly the same. "And I always take care of my own, Kaede."
When they've got nothing left to lose, that is.
But Kaede has plenty to lose: her life, her family. The situation is cruel and Greed makes a small groan of protest. "C'mon," he says as he tosses his head to the side. With bottle in tow, Greed settles down on the bed and his foot notches into the wood frame still holding at the edge. "-a hotel really isn't going to work."
And while the gesture is a silent one, sometimes silence speaks more volumes. "I told you, didn't I? I don't let anyone take what's mine." The homunculus leans his back into the worn mattress; it feels familiar under his back, even if the smell isn't exactly the same. "And I always take care of my own, Kaede."
[The main room isn't much to look at. A pauper's drop by the looks of it. And it seems that he hasn't been here all that long; the decorations don't match the face, the demeanor. Someone else's life - stolen and snatched without a second glance.]
[It hasn't been the first time he's taken what's so readily available.]
[Greed can feel the nudge at his collar. A silent plea to be let go. He makes a noise in his throat that seems to rumble from deep in his gut.] So you're not dead.
[The Sin casually kicks a chair out. Yanking it with the crooked tip of his boot to send it spinning away from a well-used desk. There's a ink bottle there; worn dry from disuse. Any of the paperwork left behind has long since been stained. By liquor, but something else.]
[Though it doesn't really matter anymore.]
[Greed sets his company down with a rather unceremonious heave of the shoulders. Letting Corvo sprawl out across the chair as he disappears again. It's only a little to the left; circling around the desk to pick through a dresser or two. From somewhere unseen, there's a rattling. Glass shaking against glass and Greed clicks his tongue.]
Gunna guess you're not about to hold a useful conversation - [The homunculus has a voice that's slick. Oily, like the very substance he yanked his would-be companion out of. It's slippery, but old. As if it doesn't match whatever age he's trying to pass as.] - sorry. Wish I had something better.
[He comes back with a small bottle clutched in his hand. It's stopped with a simple cork, of which Greed rips and tears out with his teeth. A spit to the floor leaves only a remnant behind. Gouged with too-deep incision.]
Gunna want to hold onto something. [But he doesn't even ask. Before he's got a fist-full of Corvo's hair and Greed wrenches his head back. The top of the bottle is quickly shoved under his nose.]
[It's a quick remedy. One he's seen dozens of times. And while he doesn't know what sal volatile really means, he figures it's better than nothing.]
[It hasn't been the first time he's taken what's so readily available.]
[Greed can feel the nudge at his collar. A silent plea to be let go. He makes a noise in his throat that seems to rumble from deep in his gut.] So you're not dead.
[The Sin casually kicks a chair out. Yanking it with the crooked tip of his boot to send it spinning away from a well-used desk. There's a ink bottle there; worn dry from disuse. Any of the paperwork left behind has long since been stained. By liquor, but something else.]
[Though it doesn't really matter anymore.]
[Greed sets his company down with a rather unceremonious heave of the shoulders. Letting Corvo sprawl out across the chair as he disappears again. It's only a little to the left; circling around the desk to pick through a dresser or two. From somewhere unseen, there's a rattling. Glass shaking against glass and Greed clicks his tongue.]
Gunna guess you're not about to hold a useful conversation - [The homunculus has a voice that's slick. Oily, like the very substance he yanked his would-be companion out of. It's slippery, but old. As if it doesn't match whatever age he's trying to pass as.] - sorry. Wish I had something better.
[He comes back with a small bottle clutched in his hand. It's stopped with a simple cork, of which Greed rips and tears out with his teeth. A spit to the floor leaves only a remnant behind. Gouged with too-deep incision.]
Gunna want to hold onto something. [But he doesn't even ask. Before he's got a fist-full of Corvo's hair and Greed wrenches his head back. The top of the bottle is quickly shoved under his nose.]
[It's a quick remedy. One he's seen dozens of times. And while he doesn't know what sal volatile really means, he figures it's better than nothing.]
Kaede raises an eyebrow at Greed and feels the need to point out, "I'm not yours. We're just-" Now those brows come together as she thinks about it, trying to come up with the right word, before a smirk comes to her lips.
"We're partners." Right. She can live with that idea. Still, as he unfolds himself onto the bed, right now she wants to poke her nose into the rest of this place and see if she can manage to find something that isn't so unnerving. Considering how long it looks abandoned, she isn't sure that's possible.
Ug, it's going to be a long night. "If we're staying here, can we clean it in the morning?"
"We're partners." Right. She can live with that idea. Still, as he unfolds himself onto the bed, right now she wants to poke her nose into the rest of this place and see if she can manage to find something that isn't so unnerving. Considering how long it looks abandoned, she isn't sure that's possible.
Ug, it's going to be a long night. "If we're staying here, can we clean it in the morning?"
[While Alec isn't following direction, the pay out is still the same. The slip of a noise instead of a protest. Greed releases his fingers from his companion's wrist, moving instead to race an open palm down his thigh.]
[Behind him, the Sin presses and extends his legs. Moving forward to force Alec further down his throat. There's a hum there; elongated as he answers the voice with a growl. This is how it should be. Without protest, without the same old bullshit that Alec is practically infamous for.]
[And he finally gets what he really wants.]
[Greed presses his tongue up when his head sinks down and his fingers feather out. Drawing red lines up Alec's skin as he scratches ever-so-slightly.]
[Behind him, the Sin presses and extends his legs. Moving forward to force Alec further down his throat. There's a hum there; elongated as he answers the voice with a growl. This is how it should be. Without protest, without the same old bullshit that Alec is practically infamous for.]
[And he finally gets what he really wants.]
[Greed presses his tongue up when his head sinks down and his fingers feather out. Drawing red lines up Alec's skin as he scratches ever-so-slightly.]
Greed opens one of his eyes a bit lazily. He's got his arm shoved behind his head for a make-shift pillow and his fingers sprawl out. Holding the bottle of liquor with haphazard abandon.
"Partners, huh." The last one who had called him a partner was a little older. Not by much and still a kid in any sort of comparison. But she and him did share a lot: wanting, needing. Defiant but true to their own set of moral codes. Greed's lower lip purses out a bit and he locks his ankles together.
Finally, and not without an elongated sigh, he says: "Sure. But there are some paces you're not allowed to go to." With an index out, he points to the floorboards. "There's an exit leading down. It's off limits until I say otherwise."
"Partners, huh." The last one who had called him a partner was a little older. Not by much and still a kid in any sort of comparison. But she and him did share a lot: wanting, needing. Defiant but true to their own set of moral codes. Greed's lower lip purses out a bit and he locks his ankles together.
Finally, and not without an elongated sigh, he says: "Sure. But there are some paces you're not allowed to go to." With an index out, he points to the floorboards. "There's an exit leading down. It's off limits until I say otherwise."
Like an -- ahh -- animal?
[Alec's still trying to tease, to push, but his fingers are tight in Greed's hair by now and he's not sure how much more of this he can handle, is practically hoping that Greed won't do anything to make it better any longer, because he doesn't think he can take any more than this.
The grip of his hands is an anchor, and it's the only one he has, and his body writhes under every touch, straining for more pressure, more scratching, more Greed.]
[Alec's still trying to tease, to push, but his fingers are tight in Greed's hair by now and he's not sure how much more of this he can handle, is practically hoping that Greed won't do anything to make it better any longer, because he doesn't think he can take any more than this.
The grip of his hands is an anchor, and it's the only one he has, and his body writhes under every touch, straining for more pressure, more scratching, more Greed.]
[More is a language he understands. Greed ignores the teasing and instead slides all the way back. Until he's got just the tip in his mouth and his teeth merely hover. Not touching, not in the slightest, but the threat is there.]
[Until he presses his tongue and bobs it. Finding a slow rhythm that circles a little sloppily. One direction, then the opposite a second later. His hand does the rest of the work; smoothing an open palm between Alec's thighs before he places his fingers at the base of a cock. A little bit of pressure as he maps it out. Up and up, then down again.]
[A short snort comes out of his nostrils though. It'd always be better if Alec tending to act more this way. Unfortunately, Greed knew it would never and couldn't ever be the case.]
[Until he presses his tongue and bobs it. Finding a slow rhythm that circles a little sloppily. One direction, then the opposite a second later. His hand does the rest of the work; smoothing an open palm between Alec's thighs before he places his fingers at the base of a cock. A little bit of pressure as he maps it out. Up and up, then down again.]
[A short snort comes out of his nostrils though. It'd always be better if Alec tending to act more this way. Unfortunately, Greed knew it would never and couldn't ever be the case.]
...
"Don't give me that look." Kaede shakes her finger at Greed. Really, she has no fear of him. Fear of stupid things he does, like jumping off of a moving train, but none of him. No, not when she can match him and he's done not only nothing to hurt her, but has tried to protect her.
But of course, if you tell a child 'no', they're going to get curious. Her expression changes to match. "Why? What's down there?"
"Don't give me that look." Kaede shakes her finger at Greed. Really, she has no fear of him. Fear of stupid things he does, like jumping off of a moving train, but none of him. No, not when she can match him and he's done not only nothing to hurt her, but has tried to protect her.
But of course, if you tell a child 'no', they're going to get curious. Her expression changes to match. "Why? What's down there?"
Greed places the end of the bottle to his lips, but pauses when she chides him. A close of his eyes has his brows falling, his lip churning upward. She's right - she can take it from him whenever she wants.
Then again, he also isn't the type for violence. Especially against a woman.
But when she presses more, the homunculus goes in for the kill. Swallowing down the liquor until half the bottle is drained. A breath of a sigh escapes him soon after. Noxious and toxic just like the booze he's pounding.
"Just do me the favor. It isn't something for someone like you."
Then again, he also isn't the type for violence. Especially against a woman.
But when she presses more, the homunculus goes in for the kill. Swallowing down the liquor until half the bottle is drained. A breath of a sigh escapes him soon after. Noxious and toxic just like the booze he's pounding.
"Just do me the favor. It isn't something for someone like you."
It's like telling Adam and Eve don't touch that tree- you know it'll happen. Kaede shifts a little, already silently making plans to do exactly the opposite of what he's telling her. After all, if he's going to drag her to the dump, she wants to know about it.
"Can we go out in the morning? I need to find the others and like, know where we even are. My power isn't that obvious, and I don't even know who I'm supposed to be worried about! Some dudes in blue uniforms. Janitors wear blue uniforms."
"Can we go out in the morning? I need to find the others and like, know where we even are. My power isn't that obvious, and I don't even know who I'm supposed to be worried about! Some dudes in blue uniforms. Janitors wear blue uniforms."
[Alec moans, genuine and enthusiastic, not able to resist it or find the words any longer. He's vaguely aware that he's holding too tight, but he can't make his fingers relax as Greed drags him towards his climax.]
[It isn't much further in coming, and then Alec is letting go -- truly letting go -- in a way that might be terrifying if it didn't also come with that overwhelming sense of pleasure and rightness.]
[It's been too long, and Greed is too good to him, and if Alec were able to keep control of his head he might well watch curiously to see if Greed will swallow or not, but right now that matters not at all, not even as a point of interest.]
[It isn't much further in coming, and then Alec is letting go -- truly letting go -- in a way that might be terrifying if it didn't also come with that overwhelming sense of pleasure and rightness.]
[It's been too long, and Greed is too good to him, and if Alec were able to keep control of his head he might well watch curiously to see if Greed will swallow or not, but right now that matters not at all, not even as a point of interest.]
"Ah-?"
Greed pauses. With his lower lip pursed out and the bottle hangs just in front of his face. He gives a slight roll of his eyes, setting the butt-end of the glass to his chest. "Yeah, we can. Right now just isn't the best time."
When she continues, he leans over to put the bottle on the nightstand. There's more people outside. Lingering conversations that catch his ear before he folds both arms behind his head. "State Alchemists," the homunculus says and his eyes wander to the ceiling. The crooked wood has held up pretty well, all things considered.
"-though they probably won't care too much about you."
Greed pauses. With his lower lip pursed out and the bottle hangs just in front of his face. He gives a slight roll of his eyes, setting the butt-end of the glass to his chest. "Yeah, we can. Right now just isn't the best time."
When she continues, he leans over to put the bottle on the nightstand. There's more people outside. Lingering conversations that catch his ear before he folds both arms behind his head. "State Alchemists," the homunculus says and his eyes wander to the ceiling. The crooked wood has held up pretty well, all things considered.
"-though they probably won't care too much about you."
Edited 2014-05-07 23:08 (UTC)
"What's an alchemist?" Now he has her interest off the unknown below them, and she ends up sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning a little on his legs. She's familiar with him, enough, that she lost the fear of touching him like she does with some others. Better, she understands the power that will come from him and the fact she can control it is a form of power.
There is also the inherit being of his nature that is leeching into her personality. That's why she wants more. greedy.
There is also the inherit being of his nature that is leeching into her personality. That's why she wants more. greedy.
[Thankfully he's not the type to deny much of anything.]
[It's the reaction he's been looking for. All this time, all this effort. Alec's been stubborn, but Greed's more so. When he pulls away, his tongue comes with him. A roll of it that brings a satisfied purr to his lip. Greed swipes the back of his wrist over his chin and swallows.] See - wasn't that bad, was it?
[The homunculus crawls over. Hovering above Alec with that too-sick grin and those wicked eyes of his seem to glow. Taking in the light where it comes, swallowing when it gives.] I told you. No need to be a pissant all the time.
[He lowers himself down just a tad so that there's only a small space between them.] So - what else do you have for me?
[It's the reaction he's been looking for. All this time, all this effort. Alec's been stubborn, but Greed's more so. When he pulls away, his tongue comes with him. A roll of it that brings a satisfied purr to his lip. Greed swipes the back of his wrist over his chin and swallows.] See - wasn't that bad, was it?
[The homunculus crawls over. Hovering above Alec with that too-sick grin and those wicked eyes of his seem to glow. Taking in the light where it comes, swallowing when it gives.] I told you. No need to be a pissant all the time.
[He lowers himself down just a tad so that there's only a small space between them.] So - what else do you have for me?
When she crawls on his legs, Greed slowly brings his arm away from his head. Alchemists aren't really a threat, but her ability would be something that would pique a wandering eye. Especially since she's feeding off of him like a leech - it isn't a normal thing and it certainly doesn't fall under Central's book of guided techniques.
Still, maybe things had changed. Maybe they hadn't. It would take more than a few hours to figure it all out. "Military," Greed says, his voice more hushed now. The dark outside turns his skin a little whiter. As the moon sends a soft glow into the room. It looks haunting this way, but somehow it's comfortable. "-they practice the laws of alchemy. Remember what I told you?"
The homunculus gives two small taps to his temple. "Equivalent exchange - can't make something without giving something up. That's their law anyway." A glint of his teeth in the dark could give the crescent a run for its money. "But I've been gone a while. I'm not sure what's happening now that the world hasn't ended."
Still, maybe things had changed. Maybe they hadn't. It would take more than a few hours to figure it all out. "Military," Greed says, his voice more hushed now. The dark outside turns his skin a little whiter. As the moon sends a soft glow into the room. It looks haunting this way, but somehow it's comfortable. "-they practice the laws of alchemy. Remember what I told you?"
The homunculus gives two small taps to his temple. "Equivalent exchange - can't make something without giving something up. That's their law anyway." A glint of his teeth in the dark could give the crescent a run for its money. "But I've been gone a while. I'm not sure what's happening now that the world hasn't ended."
"...world hasn't ended?" Kaede questions, making herself comfortable on him, stretching out a little as she leans her head back against the wall. Her eyes close, a little bit of exhaustion crawling across her. "What do you mean by that?"
She still really isn't sure what an alchemist is, but military is something she can understand. "What does it mean to practice alchemy? And doesn't a law mean people break it all the time?" Villains do that.
And what are you, in this world? Are you a hero? A villain like you claim?
She still really isn't sure what an alchemist is, but military is something she can understand. "What does it mean to practice alchemy? And doesn't a law mean people break it all the time?" Villains do that.
And what are you, in this world? Are you a hero? A villain like you claim?
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