[Moonlight falls over the floor of the Sin's room, cold and piercing, a shine over clawmarks and scorches on the floor. It's blocked by a silhouette before it breaks over the furnace, the dark part solid shape, part wavering and indistinct - a shade's tendrils cast a shadow like one reflected through water. The shade in question watches the street below: monsters and humans, noise and quiet alike.]
[Stocke doesn't twitch when he hears Greed's footsteps (distinct and long since memorized, like everyone in the Nest's) or the door. Returning to the Nest feels more like 'home' than anything else in the past two years, and that sound, with no parasite's compulsions...]
[The shade's tendrils drift, but he curls his hand around the windowsill and slides off it, standing to face Greed. He hasn't been down to the bar proper yet - it felt right, to let the Sin know first.]
tosses this at you, lmk if anything needs to be changed!
[Stocke doesn't twitch when he hears Greed's footsteps (distinct and long since memorized, like everyone in the Nest's) or the door. Returning to the Nest feels more like 'home' than anything else in the past two years, and that sound, with no parasite's compulsions...]
[The shade's tendrils drift, but he curls his hand around the windowsill and slides off it, standing to face Greed. He hasn't been down to the bar proper yet - it felt right, to let the Sin know first.]
Boss. ['I'm back.']