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[nestingdevil]

[Greed's voice purrs out in metallic static. There's the faintest catch of the radio - something sultry, jazzy.]

"If you've got the number, it means I like ya. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm out right now - all work and no play. If you're looking for a face-face visit, head down to The Devil's Nest. I'll be glad to entertain."

[Thunk go a pair of boots.] "If you're looking for something personal, you know what to do."

[Click.]

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[nestingdevil]

A what?

[1915, remember? Greed scratches at the base of his neck.] Wouldn't know, but might as well. It's not as if I'm doing much.

[Still, doesn't sound like it'll be a really thrilling day.]

[topslug]

[ She's not sure exactly which part is causing confusion, so to be safe... ]

It's a school that teaches people how to investigate crimes using scientific methods. Gathering evidence that can be used in court, or to figure out how a crime was committed... that sort of thing.

[nestingdevil]

[And there's that thing again: court.]

[There's a muffle on the other side of the line. As he pinches the phone between his ear and shoulder.] Eh - not exactly what I'm used to. But I guess I still owe you, don't I.

[topslug]

[ She can't think of what she's done to make Greed feels like he owes her anything, but as it works to her convenience, she doesn't contest it. ]

It helps you too, doesn't it? Maybe you'll learn something new.

[nestingdevil]

Maybe.

[But probably not. He doesn't say that, though. Instead, he sets something down on the counter with a hollow clunk.]

But I'm interested. Just hope you won't regret it.

[topslug]

I won't unless you give me a reason to. [ Cheeky response; she must be in a good mood. Then again, it is around dinner time. ]

I'll see you, then.

[nestingdevil]

[His teeth click together.]

See you then.