[As daylight bleeds into dawn and their meeting comes to a crossroads, the Sin slowly lifts his head. Light's ring of mushrooms catches in a perfect twilight. They hum a bone kind of white; laced and touched by the thinnest trails of blue as the sun finally takes its well-needed nap. It's in that moment that the moon begins its over head hover; like that of a glass-corpse eye watching, waiting to see what will happen.]
[He shouldn't be surprised that the one of the other side of the line is younger. Barely a teen by the looks of it and really, isn't that just something. Greed perks up, his shoulders slouching as his neck lifts to get a better look see.] Hmn-? [At first, his expression his nonchalant - a kind of innocence better suited for a predator caught in on-coming high beams. But even that changes and when Light produces his hand, the former homunculus' surprise fades away. Replaced once again by his deadly set smile. It stretches along one side of his jaw to the other like that of an angler fish on a winner's streak.] Light, huh? It's a pleasure -
[His claws stretch through the hanging gloom. They rip on by, parting smoke and ash similar to that of a hot knife through butter. And oh, oh, is he broiling just the same. Veins of sulfur huff along his forearm, their trails breathing in a collection of terrible reds, oranges, and yellows. He takes Light's hand with a delicate snare; the tips of his would-be talons barely pricking the backside of the other's invitation.] No, I can't really say you're wrong. Things here haven't gotten any easier. I'm surprised you decided to stay. Most tend to head to Bavan any chance they get. I gotta admit, you're pretty impressive.
[When he finally releases his grip, Greed slowly yanks his arm back into his stretch of smog. It hangs about him like a sinister cloud, creating billows that continuously flow in drooping, coiled strands. In the brief moment, he takes a glance over his shoulder. Further in town, licks of firelight graze from building to building; causing the bricks to erupt in white-wash halos. When the patrol finally does pass, night is swift to retake its turf - the darkness practically darting in for the stranglehold.]
[Greed taps his foot once.] So, I'm gunna guess you're newer here. That right? [His head tilted, the Sin lets his eyes wander back in Light's direction. They dart behind his sunglasses in a streak, drawing a thin line of red like that of tail lights blurring around a suicide corner. The Sin cocks one eyebrow slowly above the brim of his shades.] Not about to judge either way. I might not be good, but I'm not so bad either. Like you, I'm not really interested in killing unless I have to. I already told you - the name's not just that.
[Under his chin, the bob in his throat begins searing to a coaxing gold. Trapped flames skate along the inside of his scales, giving them a shine that grows whenever he inhales back. He's had his fair share of reminders at just how sour things can get and as that heat spits, the jagged lines of a still-healing scar highlight in the dark.] But don't take my avarice for something it just isn't. First thing's first though -
[One of his boots cuts through, forcibly yanking him out from the dark. The spot Light's chosen is a good one - there aren't many prying eyes and those that could have already gone to rest. Greed emerges along Light's side, his body moving like a phantom on the edge of a deadly bargain. Behind him, his tail lurches above the cobblestone and its metal clamps and swinging charms twiddle to the tune of horrible bells.] - what do you want, exactly?
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[He shouldn't be surprised that the one of the other side of the line is younger. Barely a teen by the looks of it and really, isn't that just something. Greed perks up, his shoulders slouching as his neck lifts to get a better look see.] Hmn-? [At first, his expression his nonchalant - a kind of innocence better suited for a predator caught in on-coming high beams. But even that changes and when Light produces his hand, the former homunculus' surprise fades away. Replaced once again by his deadly set smile. It stretches along one side of his jaw to the other like that of an angler fish on a winner's streak.] Light, huh? It's a pleasure -
[His claws stretch through the hanging gloom. They rip on by, parting smoke and ash similar to that of a hot knife through butter. And oh, oh, is he broiling just the same. Veins of sulfur huff along his forearm, their trails breathing in a collection of terrible reds, oranges, and yellows. He takes Light's hand with a delicate snare; the tips of his would-be talons barely pricking the backside of the other's invitation.] No, I can't really say you're wrong. Things here haven't gotten any easier. I'm surprised you decided to stay. Most tend to head to Bavan any chance they get. I gotta admit, you're pretty impressive.
[When he finally releases his grip, Greed slowly yanks his arm back into his stretch of smog. It hangs about him like a sinister cloud, creating billows that continuously flow in drooping, coiled strands. In the brief moment, he takes a glance over his shoulder. Further in town, licks of firelight graze from building to building; causing the bricks to erupt in white-wash halos. When the patrol finally does pass, night is swift to retake its turf - the darkness practically darting in for the stranglehold.]
[Greed taps his foot once.] So, I'm gunna guess you're newer here. That right? [His head tilted, the Sin lets his eyes wander back in Light's direction. They dart behind his sunglasses in a streak, drawing a thin line of red like that of tail lights blurring around a suicide corner. The Sin cocks one eyebrow slowly above the brim of his shades.] Not about to judge either way. I might not be good, but I'm not so bad either. Like you, I'm not really interested in killing unless I have to. I already told you - the name's not just that.
[Under his chin, the bob in his throat begins searing to a coaxing gold. Trapped flames skate along the inside of his scales, giving them a shine that grows whenever he inhales back. He's had his fair share of reminders at just how sour things can get and as that heat spits, the jagged lines of a still-healing scar highlight in the dark.] But don't take my avarice for something it just isn't. First thing's first though -
[One of his boots cuts through, forcibly yanking him out from the dark. The spot Light's chosen is a good one - there aren't many prying eyes and those that could have already gone to rest. Greed emerges along Light's side, his body moving like a phantom on the edge of a deadly bargain. Behind him, his tail lurches above the cobblestone and its metal clamps and swinging charms twiddle to the tune of horrible bells.] - what do you want, exactly?