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."
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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."