[ Prejudice isn’t what makes him frown every time he walks in here, it is the clientele and their inability to try to behave. Michael has a code, he always has, and those who don’t follow it are left behind. Sometimes violence is necessary, he knows that better than anyone, but the constant barrage of violence brought on by simple slights and a wrongly perceived glance is disgusting. It reminds him of the behavior of a fussy child who has their favorite toy confiscated.
He comes here for one reason and one reason alone, the Sin who currently graces him with his presence. In another world? They probably would have been enemies but something about this charismatic asshole lured him in like a moth to a flame. Sometimes he thinks about doing the world a favor and smothering him with a pillow but therein lies the rub — Greed just won’t die. ]
You are always trouble, Greed. If I collected every time there was an inconvenience, you would never get anything done around here. [ His shades hide the amusement dancing in his eyes but the exasperation is palpable in the air. Sometimes he wonders why he keeps this up. ]
Leaving things to chance is precisely why your competition is struggling. It’s better to act, their movements are predictable enough to counter. It often makes me wonder whether they are doing this for sport rather than financial gain, though they lack the conviction to succeed in either.
Your friends. [ The correction is soft but swift. ] If it were up to me, there wouldn’t be a deal in place. I’d say I don’t trust them as far as I can throw them, but we both know I have quite an arm. And I’ve never missed a target.
[ A handkerchief is plucked from his back pocket so he can reach up and scrub away the lipstick on his neck. The color is wrong, offensively gaudy and clashes with his image, it has nothing to do with jealousy. The lingering stench of the cheap perfume is the only offensive thing to him in this room. ]
While you’re still caked in the aftermath of your prizes for the evening? You’re bold, aren’t you? A drink will suffice, I won’t keep you long. If you look at me any more intensely, you will bore a hole through me. [ A pause, then he leaves him with an appropriate quote for the occasion. He sees those eyes. ] Not all that tempts your wandering eyes and heedless hearts, is lawful prize; nor all that glisters gold.
[ Rather than wait, he pointedly slides around the former homunculus to grab it himself. He knows where everything is kept, he always has, he is usually just polite about waiting until offered. He is tired, the job is done and now it is time to hang up his wings for a little while. As much as he prides himself on an immaculate appearance, removing his tie some days is liberating. ]
Do you want one?
[ Michael lowers his shades, casually beginning to loosen his tie. And if he happens to throw a certain look over his shoulder, pay it no heed. Clearly he is trying to get a bit more comfortable. Or he is simply forcing Greed to work for his supper tonight out of spite.
Probably the latter. He really does dislike dealing with his new friends and punctuality is gospel. ]
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He comes here for one reason and one reason alone, the Sin who currently graces him with his presence. In another world? They probably would have been enemies but something about this charismatic asshole lured him in like a moth to a flame. Sometimes he thinks about doing the world a favor and smothering him with a pillow but therein lies the rub — Greed just won’t die. ]
You are always trouble, Greed. If I collected every time there was an inconvenience, you would never get anything done around here. [ His shades hide the amusement dancing in his eyes but the exasperation is palpable in the air. Sometimes he wonders why he keeps this up. ]
Leaving things to chance is precisely why your competition is struggling. It’s better to act, their movements are predictable enough to counter. It often makes me wonder whether they are doing this for sport rather than financial gain, though they lack the conviction to succeed in either.
Your friends. [ The correction is soft but swift. ] If it were up to me, there wouldn’t be a deal in place. I’d say I don’t trust them as far as I can throw them, but we both know I have quite an arm. And I’ve never missed a target.
[ A handkerchief is plucked from his back pocket so he can reach up and scrub away the lipstick on his neck. The color is wrong, offensively gaudy and clashes with his image, it has nothing to do with jealousy. The lingering stench of the cheap perfume is the only offensive thing to him in this room. ]
While you’re still caked in the aftermath of your prizes for the evening? You’re bold, aren’t you? A drink will suffice, I won’t keep you long. If you look at me any more intensely, you will bore a hole through me. [ A pause, then he leaves him with an appropriate quote for the occasion. He sees those eyes. ] Not all that tempts your wandering eyes and heedless hearts, is lawful prize; nor all that glisters gold.
[ Rather than wait, he pointedly slides around the former homunculus to grab it himself. He knows where everything is kept, he always has, he is usually just polite about waiting until offered. He is tired, the job is done and now it is time to hang up his wings for a little while. As much as he prides himself on an immaculate appearance, removing his tie some days is liberating. ]
Do you want one?
[ Michael lowers his shades, casually beginning to loosen his tie. And if he happens to throw a certain look over his shoulder, pay it no heed. Clearly he is trying to get a bit more comfortable. Or he is simply forcing Greed to work for his supper tonight out of spite.
Probably the latter. He really does dislike dealing with his new friends and punctuality is gospel. ]
Or am I drinking alone tonight?