Kaede snorts before she goes down the hallway Greed pointed out, moving uncertainly as she goes about, trying to find what there is to be found. Really, it isn't a lot. Really someone had probably long since come through and cleaned this place out, but she isn't about to say that. What does surprise her is to find a box and indeed, some odd looking currency within that she empties into her own pocket. Maybe Greed's used to going through life without too much worry, but she needs to eat and seriously isn't about to stay in the same grungy clothes forever!
She comes back out and gives him a look. "Whatever's been in this place before is pretty much gone, boss," spoken with a bit of a mocking tone, having no idea that title might be more than she intends.
By the time she's back, there's a collection of liquor on the bar and some more spare change. That gets swiped up by his hand and shoved into his back pocket. It's only a few coins and bills, but it'll at least get them out of Dublith.
Not that train-hoping wasn't another option.
Greed knuckles the few bottles worth his time: a wine, a brandy. A type of clear liquid marked with some strange letters. And of course, a half-drained portion of scotch. Next to the bar, there's an open shoulder bag with faded markings: "AMESTRIS | CENTRAL COMMAND" is stamped in white on the olive-drab side.
He shoves his collection in, letting them ring and chime off one another. "Doesn't surprise me," Greed purrs out. What does is her choice in wording. There's no hiding the keen pleasure on his face.
The liquor gets an uneasy eye settled on it because what does she care about booze at her age, but she knows her father tends to drink beer and the rest of her family doesn't. Still, she doesn't say anything and just makes a face at the sound of the bottles clinking together; anyone could hear them from a mile away. An abnormal thought for someone her age, maybe, but enough time in Zelien does that.
So she reaches into her own bag and pulls out a shirt, gesturing for him to let her at the bag. She winds the shirt between the bottles so that there's enough padding to keep them from clinking against one another, to a degree.
She doesn't miss the grin on his lips from her words, either. She remember all too well the utter swelling of possessiveness she had felt when she had his power activated in her. How she had wanted everything, even him. To own it all. It's part of why she plans to not use it as much as possible, on top of the danger it could put her in.
When she's finished with the bag, Greed slips his fingers through the straps. One, two, three, four until his thumb winds around the other side. He lifts it onto his shoulder, forcing the olive-drab sling under the fur of his collar. "Good thinking," is the only compliment he provides.
Still, there is a glimmer of appreciation. Greed places his hand on Kaede's skull for one last rub. As his fingers leave, the night life outside dwindles. Like devils creeping back so that the sun couldn't catch them. It's replaced by the soft opening of windows, the groaning of store fronts yawning to the early morning. The Sin places his hand to the front door and forces it ajar.
"Now?" Greed taps his foot, almost giddily excited at the prospect. And he is, to some degree. His world, his turf - but it's new.
And it's all his. "-why don't we see just what they've got for us, huh?" The homunculus flashes a grin over his shoulder. Glinting white as the gold-orange rays peek through the wood-slits like curious children about to unwrap a secret box.
"-There's a whole world out there, Kaede. C'mon."
And with a kick, he throws the hatch door and disappears below.
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She comes back out and gives him a look. "Whatever's been in this place before is pretty much gone, boss," spoken with a bit of a mocking tone, having no idea that title might be more than she intends.
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Not that train-hoping wasn't another option.
Greed knuckles the few bottles worth his time: a wine, a brandy. A type of clear liquid marked with some strange letters. And of course, a half-drained portion of scotch. Next to the bar, there's an open shoulder bag with faded markings: "AMESTRIS | CENTRAL COMMAND" is stamped in white on the olive-drab side.
He shoves his collection in, letting them ring and chime off one another. "Doesn't surprise me," Greed purrs out. What does is her choice in wording. There's no hiding the keen pleasure on his face.
Boss is a fitting title.
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So she reaches into her own bag and pulls out a shirt, gesturing for him to let her at the bag. She winds the shirt between the bottles so that there's enough padding to keep them from clinking against one another, to a degree.
She doesn't miss the grin on his lips from her words, either. She remember all too well the utter swelling of possessiveness she had felt when she had his power activated in her. How she had wanted everything, even him. To own it all. It's part of why she plans to not use it as much as possible, on top of the danger it could put her in.
"So, now what?"
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Still, there is a glimmer of appreciation. Greed places his hand on Kaede's skull for one last rub. As his fingers leave, the night life outside dwindles. Like devils creeping back so that the sun couldn't catch them. It's replaced by the soft opening of windows, the groaning of store fronts yawning to the early morning. The Sin places his hand to the front door and forces it ajar.
"Now?" Greed taps his foot, almost giddily excited at the prospect. And he is, to some degree. His world, his turf - but it's new.
And it's all his. "-why don't we see just what they've got for us, huh?" The homunculus flashes a grin over his shoulder. Glinting white as the gold-orange rays peek through the wood-slits like curious children about to unwrap a secret box.
"-There's a whole world out there, Kaede. C'mon."
And with a kick, he throws the hatch door and disappears below.