[He laughs at the comparison to other humans, sliding a bit more on the table.] I've been judged plenty before. It's not somethin' I like to return the favor on, if you catch what I'm sayin'. [He shrugs his shoulders and keeps the distance small. Greed doesn't scare him much. The distance between the two of them is small and sweet and if he so wishes, he could steal Greed's breath with one swift move.]
[But he currently doesn't wish that. At least, not at this moment.] Y'never know with people. One moment they're your friends, kissin' up to you and promising you'll stay friends forever, and the next, they'll send you down the river to get ahead in life. [He taps the table with a fist, sliding completely on it now and swinging around to be right in front of Greed, legs hanging in between his. He slides the drink to the side and runs his hands up into Greed's dark hair.] I'm still figuring you out.
[He breathed down a bit, breath heavy from being close like this and seeing Greed's dark little eyes. He can't connect with them. But he's not here for a connection. He's here to stay alive. But he's also here to gather his own information.]
My job is information gathering. Now, working here, a bartender position might work best...
[But he grins and takes a drink of Greed's booze.]
But... I imagine you don't have any men to service the men like me here. Why don't I do that for you? And take care of what needs to be taken care of, if you catch my drift. It ain't ideal for me, but I guarantee I'll make it work.
[The hands in his hair beckon out a coy grin, a heavy look. Greed leans into the touch, unafraid and none-too-bothered by the crossed-line. The drink's abandoned not too soon after and his fingers run down across the table, leaving behind two watery smears.] Maybe not with people, no. Humans are unpredictable. You'll find I'm a bit different.
[When Grit's practically in his lap, Greed's thighs spread on instinct. No, it's not his first choice. Not when there's plenty of women ready and waiting. But it isn't as if he's about to complain; absolutes. Rights, wrongs - they don't apply to him.]
Information, huh? You'll find that a lot of it passes through here.
[Via a drunken slur or a good tip. Between the whining confessions or something else. Information is a commodity he's got full territory of. And those that know just what really lurks in the south-side of Dublith are quick to bring it.]
[Greed plants his elbows behind him. A gesture that doesn't need any explanation: he doesn't intend to touch - not when the other is so willing to ease into him. To swallow up any sort of comfort and force the door wide open.]
[Instead, he raises an index lazily up.] And eventually, all of that comes back to me. [From Central, from the North. The word of the underworld is quick and easily preyed upon.] You guarantee it, huh? [Finally, he leans forward. Threatening teeth oh-so-close to Grit's throat.]
Hope you can keep that promise. I'm not interested in someone who isn't loyal - or someone who plans on trying to trick me out of what's owed. If that works for you - [His wrist turns, his fingers fan out, and the rest of his sentence falls away with purring hum.]
Sure sure. That's what all guys say but no one delivers.
[Hey, he may like women but so many guys could say that. And let's face it, he could easily fill that gap where there just wasn't enough. Sure, Greed probably could have anything with any woman but hey, they weren't here. So they weren't currently enough to get Greed to call one in. He runs a finger over his chin.]
Why let it pass through? When there can be a toll on it. Make some more money, Greed.
[He laughed, moving his hand over Greed's leg and moving closer. Not that they could be much closer. They're practically sharing breath at this point as he rubs skin with him. Greed doesn't need to grab and touch, and frankly, he kind of hopes his partner takes a hands off approach to their first time.]
I guarantee it. Or your money back. [He chuckles and moved in... slipping down to his neck to give it a suck, a hand moving down to unzip his pants reaching in to give him a little rip.] And it works. Probably. I'll let you know if I make good money. Deal?
["That's what all guys say but no one delivers." Greed's smile smolders at the idea and his eyes hood. His hand opens up near Grit's head, feathering out each finger to pull down on the silver connecting his sunglasses together. He removes them with a ginger touch, folding the earpieces together one by one. Glass clips and he ushers them onto the table as an afterthought.] I always hold up my end - just depends on you.
[Greed tips his head as his partner runs a line at his throat. His teeth exposed, he merely watches the other. An elbow falls back to the crook of his seat and he opens wide. To the touch, to the prying. An attention he can step to just fine, the homunculus reads it for what it is. If Grit wants to take the plunge, he'll let him.]
[His heel taps back, bringing the curve of his boot upward.] You guarantee it, huh? Ha - ! I like you. [The lips at his neck aren't an unfamiliar sort. Rough, cracked, with a brush of stubble. There's no question to what Grit is and so what. The Sin slouches backward and his head moves aside to give the other all the room in the world.] I'm not interested in selling you off - that's just not my style. But if you want to work that kind of business, just remember: I don't let anyone take what's mine.
That means, my business comes first. [Not to say he wouldn't take care of the other. Far from it. It's merely a warning - if Grit should turn tail and run, if he should decide to bring trouble, Greed won't hesitate to make sure he knows what's what.]
[The opposite is true as well, should anyone be stupid enough to try something. Greed closes one eye and his lips seal to a line.] It's a deal. But first thing's first - [His skull lulls back, forcing Grit to meet him eye to eye.]
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[But he currently doesn't wish that. At least, not at this moment.] Y'never know with people. One moment they're your friends, kissin' up to you and promising you'll stay friends forever, and the next, they'll send you down the river to get ahead in life. [He taps the table with a fist, sliding completely on it now and swinging around to be right in front of Greed, legs hanging in between his. He slides the drink to the side and runs his hands up into Greed's dark hair.] I'm still figuring you out.
[He breathed down a bit, breath heavy from being close like this and seeing Greed's dark little eyes. He can't connect with them. But he's not here for a connection. He's here to stay alive. But he's also here to gather his own information.]
My job is information gathering. Now, working here, a bartender position might work best...
[But he grins and takes a drink of Greed's booze.]
But... I imagine you don't have any men to service the men like me here. Why don't I do that for you? And take care of what needs to be taken care of, if you catch my drift. It ain't ideal for me, but I guarantee I'll make it work.
[He hopes.]
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[When Grit's practically in his lap, Greed's thighs spread on instinct. No, it's not his first choice. Not when there's plenty of women ready and waiting. But it isn't as if he's about to complain; absolutes. Rights, wrongs - they don't apply to him.]
Information, huh? You'll find that a lot of it passes through here.
[Via a drunken slur or a good tip. Between the whining confessions or something else. Information is a commodity he's got full territory of. And those that know just what really lurks in the south-side of Dublith are quick to bring it.]
[Greed plants his elbows behind him. A gesture that doesn't need any explanation: he doesn't intend to touch - not when the other is so willing to ease into him. To swallow up any sort of comfort and force the door wide open.]
[Instead, he raises an index lazily up.] And eventually, all of that comes back to me. [From Central, from the North. The word of the underworld is quick and easily preyed upon.] You guarantee it, huh? [Finally, he leans forward. Threatening teeth oh-so-close to Grit's throat.]
Hope you can keep that promise. I'm not interested in someone who isn't loyal - or someone who plans on trying to trick me out of what's owed. If that works for you - [His wrist turns, his fingers fan out, and the rest of his sentence falls away with purring hum.]
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[Hey, he may like women but so many guys could say that. And let's face it, he could easily fill that gap where there just wasn't enough. Sure, Greed probably could have anything with any woman but hey, they weren't here. So they weren't currently enough to get Greed to call one in. He runs a finger over his chin.]
Why let it pass through? When there can be a toll on it. Make some more money, Greed.
[He laughed, moving his hand over Greed's leg and moving closer. Not that they could be much closer. They're practically sharing breath at this point as he rubs skin with him. Greed doesn't need to grab and touch, and frankly, he kind of hopes his partner takes a hands off approach to their first time.]
I guarantee it. Or your money back. [He chuckles and moved in... slipping down to his neck to give it a suck, a hand moving down to unzip his pants reaching in to give him a little rip.] And it works. Probably. I'll let you know if I make good money. Deal?
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[Greed tips his head as his partner runs a line at his throat. His teeth exposed, he merely watches the other. An elbow falls back to the crook of his seat and he opens wide. To the touch, to the prying. An attention he can step to just fine, the homunculus reads it for what it is. If Grit wants to take the plunge, he'll let him.]
[His heel taps back, bringing the curve of his boot upward.] You guarantee it, huh? Ha - ! I like you. [The lips at his neck aren't an unfamiliar sort. Rough, cracked, with a brush of stubble. There's no question to what Grit is and so what. The Sin slouches backward and his head moves aside to give the other all the room in the world.] I'm not interested in selling you off - that's just not my style. But if you want to work that kind of business, just remember: I don't let anyone take what's mine.
That means, my business comes first. [Not to say he wouldn't take care of the other. Far from it. It's merely a warning - if Grit should turn tail and run, if he should decide to bring trouble, Greed won't hesitate to make sure he knows what's what.]
[The opposite is true as well, should anyone be stupid enough to try something. Greed closes one eye and his lips seal to a line.] It's a deal. But first thing's first - [His skull lulls back, forcing Grit to meet him eye to eye.]
- why don't you tell me everything you want, hmn?