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[dialtones]

"Handy," perhaps, but only in the context of this place. Everyone is forced to be human upon arrival, then?

[That's some information he didn't have before already. Greed's struggling with his first few months of being more 'human' than not is the same sort of feeling he's experiencing now, he knows. The lack of his nen, no chains on his right hand... It's empty.

Anything he gains from becoming a vampire will not be enough. He needs to work at getting back his normal abilities, and he intends to find out how.

For now, he closes his eyes in understanding at the name. Greed, then. Maybe he'll use Boss if it ends up being particularly flattering later on down the line, but for now, he'd rather not if he doesn't have to.]

I see. In that case, Greed, how about tomorrow night? [Blinking his eyes open again, he fixes them on Greed. There's something more in them now, the only hint as to what being his next few words.]

I have business I need to take care of tonight, but after that, I'll be available.

[nestingdevil]

That's what they say. Not exactly something I was interested in anyway. [The cigarette gets tapped again, his index extending to rap-rap-rap against the side. Fresh fire crackles with the exit of ash, digging itself further into what remains of the cigarette.] It's pretty inconvenient, but I guess that's not the case for most.

[His shoulder and back sag, allowing him to retreat from the face of the bar again. His tailbone anchors to the prep-station behind him and Greed stretches out his legs, letting them hang loosely together by the ankles. The cigarette gets one last drag in the aftermath, the smoke charring down his throat as he idly pinches the hot tip. The scales on his finger pads spit, smoke plumes. Then it's dead again, the useless butt snapped away with a flick of his pointer. It sails into some dark corner of the bar, out of sight and mind entirely.]

Tomorrow night? Sounds fine. Just make sure you're here before it gets too busy - [The Sin latches both thumbs through the loops of his leather slacks, his head tilting back in "Justine's" direction. The look on his face is coy and sly - the devil ready to present his best fiddle. At his side, his tail lulls curiously at the floor. Swishing across the thick boards of wood.] Take care of what you need to. Like I said before, I don't really care what you do otherwise. We tend to have more later in the evening. Midnight's usually pretty busy.

[Greed slowly lifts his bones from the shelf behind him, twisting his head over his shoulder at movement deeper inside. He caresses the roof of his mouth with a jarring sneer, a Cheshire's look in an onslaught of teeth.] Don't think I have to show you out, hmn? [A blare of red slides behind his sunglasses, crawling drearily through the lenses.]

[dialtones]

[He stays silent at the mention of inconvenience. Yes, it is, in a way. He was stripped down not just to humanity, but to humanity before he was able to control his nen. That's something he needs to gain back more than just his humanity.

Following the smoke of that cigarette, he nods, taking a step back from the bar and straightening out his blouse with both hands. His eyes flick back to Greed.]

I'll be sure to get here earlier. In any case, I appreciate the smoothness of this. [It was fast and easy, just how he likes it.] I'll find you then. Until next time.

[His ponytail waves a little as he turns, confident steps taking him all the way out of the bar. One step done, and just a little business to take care of before he starts working. Hopefully there will be plenty to learn here.]