["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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[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?