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[It isn't an old man coming down a chimney with care or a Saint that visits, no. Of course it isn't. And where the bag once was, another bag has been left in its place. Black, plastic, and warm to the touch, there's a few things inside. But it wouldn't be him if it was all packaged up nicely. A cup of coffee (with a side of bonus brandy) has been sealed in a to-go container more befitting a helping of noodles, and there's at least five scratch tickets (one already partly used) along with it. But hey, it's the thought that counts, right?]
[Greed clambers his way down the side of the hotel and as he lands over another balcony railing, he fumbles with the bag to pull out his phone.]
i guess. and yeah i know. can't help your nature
[He walks across the hotel lawn, kicking up a bit of snow on his boots.]
ha ! not entirely wrong about that. might not be for somthing though. could just be i wanted to. and there you go again. i just told you not to worry about me. not like i can really get cold
[The Sin stops halfway across the front of the courtyard and his tail idly wafts behind him.]
oi oi. now what are we talkin about exactly ? you make it sound like youve actually got somthing wrong going on there blues. what think i can't handle it ? c'mon. you know me better than that
[Greed clambers his way down the side of the hotel and as he lands over another balcony railing, he fumbles with the bag to pull out his phone.]
i guess. and yeah i know. can't help your nature
[He walks across the hotel lawn, kicking up a bit of snow on his boots.]
ha ! not entirely wrong about that. might not be for somthing though. could just be i wanted to. and there you go again. i just told you not to worry about me. not like i can really get cold
[The Sin stops halfway across the front of the courtyard and his tail idly wafts behind him.]
oi oi. now what are we talkin about exactly ? you make it sound like youve actually got somthing wrong going on there blues. what think i can't handle it ? c'mon. you know me better than that
[ And once Greedy Claws has vacated the premises, Michael goes out on the balcony with the intention of making sure the former homunculus doesn’t slip and fall on his face. Upon seeing the bag, he rests a hand on top of it and sighs, albeit with a smile. ]
And I told you worrying is in my nature. You could be invulnerable to harm and I would still worry, you forfeited the ability to complain the second you let me in.
[ When Greed stops moving, he feels a brief flicker of panic that subsides the moment he realizes he isn’t backtracking. God, this is miserable. ]
I do, but explaining it without being crass is impossible. I have already been laughed at once today, so I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t do that.
[ There is a longer pause, where he writes and deletes his message several times before actually sending it. Once that is said and done with, he plucks the coffee out of the bag and takes a sip out of it. With question, the brandy will find itself mixed in soon. ]
Carnal desires. Horny, I believe, is the word used nowadays. I have felt them for over three hours now, after drinking some tea. This is incredibly inconvenient, I had appointments this evening.
And I told you worrying is in my nature. You could be invulnerable to harm and I would still worry, you forfeited the ability to complain the second you let me in.
[ When Greed stops moving, he feels a brief flicker of panic that subsides the moment he realizes he isn’t backtracking. God, this is miserable. ]
I do, but explaining it without being crass is impossible. I have already been laughed at once today, so I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t do that.
[ There is a longer pause, where he writes and deletes his message several times before actually sending it. Once that is said and done with, he plucks the coffee out of the bag and takes a sip out of it. With question, the brandy will find itself mixed in soon. ]
Carnal desires. Horny, I believe, is the word used nowadays. I have felt them for over three hours now, after drinking some tea. This is incredibly inconvenient, I had appointments this evening.
[Ping, goes his phone and the Sin settles his heel in the ground. All the while, the slow back and forth of his tail quickens.]
not invulnerable not entirely but ive been told more than once i'm a pain in the ass to kill. dont you have other things to worry about >? i'm a homunculus blues. the same rules dont apply
[Fishing his keys out of his pocket, Greed shifts the bag to place it on his shoulder.]
without being crass ? and what do you mean laugh at you
[Oh.]
[Oh.]
[A grin swipes across his face and as the Sin opens his mouth, a cloud of hot-chilled air smokes over him. He asked him not to laugh, and he's not going to, but there's no hiding that smile.]
feelin a little hot under the feathers there? nothing to be ashamed about. tends to be inconvenient especially if you dont usually. well. [Fuck, he decides not to type.]
yknow theres an easy way to take care of that but i'm not sure youre gunna like my advice
not invulnerable not entirely but ive been told more than once i'm a pain in the ass to kill. dont you have other things to worry about >? i'm a homunculus blues. the same rules dont apply
[Fishing his keys out of his pocket, Greed shifts the bag to place it on his shoulder.]
without being crass ? and what do you mean laugh at you
[Oh.]
[Oh.]
[A grin swipes across his face and as the Sin opens his mouth, a cloud of hot-chilled air smokes over him. He asked him not to laugh, and he's not going to, but there's no hiding that smile.]
feelin a little hot under the feathers there? nothing to be ashamed about. tends to be inconvenient especially if you dont usually. well. [Fuck, he decides not to type.]
yknow theres an easy way to take care of that but i'm not sure youre gunna like my advice
You know this place has the power to change that, don’t get complacent. When you do, that is when it tends to strike.
Obviously. I can practically see you smiling from here. If you are aware of the inconvenience, stop smiling about it. I knew I should have kept this to myself.
[ When he sees the last part of the message he, without thinking, packs a snowball together and promptly fires it at the back of his head. Unfortunately for Greed, his aim is just as accurate several floors up as it would be were he just across the courtyard. Does he apologize after? Absolutely not.
Taste every bit of his annoyance, you asshole. ]
You deserved that.
Obviously. I can practically see you smiling from here. If you are aware of the inconvenience, stop smiling about it. I knew I should have kept this to myself.
[ When he sees the last part of the message he, without thinking, packs a snowball together and promptly fires it at the back of his head. Unfortunately for Greed, his aim is just as accurate several floors up as it would be were he just across the courtyard. Does he apologize after? Absolutely not.
Taste every bit of his annoyance, you asshole. ]
You deserved that.
[And it's a bullseye. The snowball smashes across the back of his head, sending puffs of snow through his hair and horns like an exploding cotton ball. Greed leans over. He should have known Michael would be keeping an eye on him. And considering his history with combat? It's no surprise either that his aim is spot on.]
[The Sin brushes his hand through his hair and as a bark (loud, crashing, and echoing through the cold) coughs up his throat, he crouches down.]
i'm well aware but thats just how i am. how i;ll always be. a story for another time though.
[Is he checking his boots? Sure looks like it. And so what if his tail is moving about in the snow, swiping up a bit of it.]
hey hey dont take it so personally. and no better you be honest with me. thought it was something a bit more serious
ah maybe i did. but an exchange is an exchange, M. watch your head
[Four hands makes it real convenient to gather up a snowball and as soon as he does, Greed slowly pushes himself to a stand. He spins as slow as possible on his heel. Then, he launches a ball of it right back; the expression on his face as smarmy as ever.]
[The Sin brushes his hand through his hair and as a bark (loud, crashing, and echoing through the cold) coughs up his throat, he crouches down.]
i'm well aware but thats just how i am. how i;ll always be. a story for another time though.
[Is he checking his boots? Sure looks like it. And so what if his tail is moving about in the snow, swiping up a bit of it.]
hey hey dont take it so personally. and no better you be honest with me. thought it was something a bit more serious
ah maybe i did. but an exchange is an exchange, M. watch your head
[Four hands makes it real convenient to gather up a snowball and as soon as he does, Greed slowly pushes himself to a stand. He spins as slow as possible on his heel. Then, he launches a ball of it right back; the expression on his face as smarmy as ever.]
[ Well, this is far from how he saw his day progressing, but the surprise is not an unwelcome one. Michael is quite pleased with himself, having seen that his aim has suffered no ill-effects since his arrival. He will never take the smallest victories for granted.
He is still half dangling over the balcony when the retaliation happens. As yet another reminder that this day is terrible, the snowball clips the balcony and effectively explodes in his face. Too slowly. He leans over to glower at the shape below in the snow. One day, he will stop being surprised by the fact that people here do have the audacity necessary to give him a taste of his own medicine. ]
I look forward to hearing it, then.
[ The amusement on his face betrays him, even as he uses his free hand to dust snow off of his shirt. ]
Do you know me at all? This is serious. If you survive this battle, we can laugh about it later.
Let’s see if four arms are better than two, shall we?
[ Immediately following the text, he launches another one down at him, this time with a twist. Just before it makes contact, he sends another one right behind it in the hopes of catching him by surprise. ]
He is still half dangling over the balcony when the retaliation happens. As yet another reminder that this day is terrible, the snowball clips the balcony and effectively explodes in his face. Too slowly. He leans over to glower at the shape below in the snow. One day, he will stop being surprised by the fact that people here do have the audacity necessary to give him a taste of his own medicine. ]
I look forward to hearing it, then.
[ The amusement on his face betrays him, even as he uses his free hand to dust snow off of his shirt. ]
Do you know me at all? This is serious. If you survive this battle, we can laugh about it later.
Let’s see if four arms are better than two, shall we?
[ Immediately following the text, he launches another one down at him, this time with a twist. Just before it makes contact, he sends another one right behind it in the hopes of catching him by surprise. ]
[Again, his phone goes off and again, he lowers his head to read it. Greed puckers his mouth and another squeeze of cold-fog air slinks off his teeth.]
i do. but theres a difference between that and what we went through before. and only if ? what happned to having a little faith ?
[His tail cuts through the snow, dragging up a healthy helping into three of his hands. And as the Sin begins to shape them into balls, he thumbs at the screen.]
moreis always better blues
[Of course, the distraction means he gets hit not once, but twice. The first snowball nails him directly in the face, coating his sunglasses thick with ice, and the second splatters across the center of his chest.]
[Greed sucks at one of his teeth and as he shifts two snow balls into his hand, he slowly plucks off his sunglasses. He gives them a quick once over before briskly shaking off the snow with a flick of his wrist.]
all right you little shit. keep in mind that you askdd for it
[And does he play fair? No, why would he? Especially when he can pretend to throw a snowball, stop mid-toss, then throw two at once, followed quickly by a third and a fourth.]
i do. but theres a difference between that and what we went through before. and only if ? what happned to having a little faith ?
[His tail cuts through the snow, dragging up a healthy helping into three of his hands. And as the Sin begins to shape them into balls, he thumbs at the screen.]
moreis always better blues
[Of course, the distraction means he gets hit not once, but twice. The first snowball nails him directly in the face, coating his sunglasses thick with ice, and the second splatters across the center of his chest.]
[Greed sucks at one of his teeth and as he shifts two snow balls into his hand, he slowly plucks off his sunglasses. He gives them a quick once over before briskly shaking off the snow with a flick of his wrist.]
all right you little shit. keep in mind that you askdd for it
[And does he play fair? No, why would he? Especially when he can pretend to throw a snowball, stop mid-toss, then throw two at once, followed quickly by a third and a fourth.]
[ A puff of breath air seeps over the edge of the balcony, the condensation being the only clue that he was just laughing. ]
Between the two of us, please remind me again who the pissant is here.
[ He pauses to drink from the coffee balanced on a small table behind him, then sets it back down before continuing on again. ]
Not necessarily. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. I believe I personally taught you that lesson in my office when you looked up at me from the flat of your back.
[ He expected retaliation, but not that much. Michael manages to catch the first snowball and dodge the second, but the last two find their mark in spectacular fashion. The noise he makes can be heard from the ground floor, his silhouette disappearing from view as he hits the deck to regroup.
Well played. Very well, let’s do this.
[ He murmurs this to himself, letting himself remain perfectly still. Will it throw Greed off? Probably not, but he draws it out long enough to maybe coax a step or two forward out of him before he strikes. A single snowball flies down at a sharp angle, but it is a distraction.
For what? For him to open a small portal behind Greed, just large enough for his hand to fit through, so he can deposit the second snowball into the back of his shirt. He isn’t foolish enough to keep it open, so the last thing he will hear is a bout of laughter that gets cut off. ]
Watch your back.
[ Greed may also realize something important is missing. When Michael rises to his feet again, he is wearing a pair of sunglasses and trying to contain his amusement. ]
Between the two of us, please remind me again who the pissant is here.
[ He pauses to drink from the coffee balanced on a small table behind him, then sets it back down before continuing on again. ]
Not necessarily. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. I believe I personally taught you that lesson in my office when you looked up at me from the flat of your back.
[ He expected retaliation, but not that much. Michael manages to catch the first snowball and dodge the second, but the last two find their mark in spectacular fashion. The noise he makes can be heard from the ground floor, his silhouette disappearing from view as he hits the deck to regroup.
Well played. Very well, let’s do this.
[ He murmurs this to himself, letting himself remain perfectly still. Will it throw Greed off? Probably not, but he draws it out long enough to maybe coax a step or two forward out of him before he strikes. A single snowball flies down at a sharp angle, but it is a distraction.
For what? For him to open a small portal behind Greed, just large enough for his hand to fit through, so he can deposit the second snowball into the back of his shirt. He isn’t foolish enough to keep it open, so the last thing he will hear is a bout of laughter that gets cut off. ]
Watch your back.
[ Greed may also realize something important is missing. When Michael rises to his feet again, he is wearing a pair of sunglasses and trying to contain his amusement. ]
[He's already readying up his ammunition, grabbing at least two more handfuls of snow.]
think we already know the answer to that one. must be a family trait
[This time, he packs the snowballs a bit more firmly so that they almost completely engulf his hands. All the while, Greed tips his chin back to show off the slick carbon of his throat.]
and there it is. see that ? thats exactly what a pissant would say
[He takes one step forward, then another, with that same, so-sure confidence he's known for. The moment the first snowball comes his way, the former homunculus twists, listening as it makes contact with the ground.]
looks like you missed
[Truth be told, he forgot about Michael's little bag of tricks. Which is why, perhaps, the second ball he tosses hits the broadside of the hotel instead of its intended target. Because he isn't prepared for the sudden chill down his back, nor the laughter behind him. Greed whips around, tail lashing, and as dribbles of ice fall out from his shirt, he huffs at the empty air.]
Oi, oi, oi - ! Now, that's cheating. [He says, half-amused, half-chiding. He's about to throw his third shot, but as he notices Michael, he squints his eyes.]
[He doesn't have his sunglasses.]
[Greed slowly arches his eyebrows as he lets his grin cock up the side of his face.]
didn't know you had it in you. ah but you know how i feel about people stealing from me. can't let that slide
[And what's a Sin to do? Greed glances up towards the next available balcony and with a leap, he clears the railing. He's still a few floors down, but that doesn't stop him from leaning over the banister to throw up a large flurry of snow.]
think we already know the answer to that one. must be a family trait
[This time, he packs the snowballs a bit more firmly so that they almost completely engulf his hands. All the while, Greed tips his chin back to show off the slick carbon of his throat.]
and there it is. see that ? thats exactly what a pissant would say
[He takes one step forward, then another, with that same, so-sure confidence he's known for. The moment the first snowball comes his way, the former homunculus twists, listening as it makes contact with the ground.]
looks like you missed
[Truth be told, he forgot about Michael's little bag of tricks. Which is why, perhaps, the second ball he tosses hits the broadside of the hotel instead of its intended target. Because he isn't prepared for the sudden chill down his back, nor the laughter behind him. Greed whips around, tail lashing, and as dribbles of ice fall out from his shirt, he huffs at the empty air.]
Oi, oi, oi - ! Now, that's cheating. [He says, half-amused, half-chiding. He's about to throw his third shot, but as he notices Michael, he squints his eyes.]
[He doesn't have his sunglasses.]
[Greed slowly arches his eyebrows as he lets his grin cock up the side of his face.]
didn't know you had it in you. ah but you know how i feel about people stealing from me. can't let that slide
[And what's a Sin to do? Greed glances up towards the next available balcony and with a leap, he clears the railing. He's still a few floors down, but that doesn't stop him from leaning over the banister to throw up a large flurry of snow.]
If you are aware of that, then you only have yourself to blame for getting caught in a spider’s web twice.
[ He never unwinds like this, it is a safe bet that the issue that plagues him has been put on the back burner for the time being. ]
Calling me one hardly seems fair considering I’m just being truthful. The truth hurts, I suppose, or so they say.
Missed? On the contrary, I hit the bullseye. [ He leans over the railing to shoot the former homunculus a smile that isn’t the least bit apologetic. ]
If I remember correctly, when you steal something, you call it borrowing. For now, they can act as a reminder that you dropped your guard.
[ He urges the shades down just enough to look over the lenses at him. He could toss them down to the man but, as he has already begun to scale the building, he holds his position. ]
Well, that was foolish.
You had a strategic advantage down there, the snow is finite up here and now you are trapped in an enclosed space. Either you have a plan, or you are winging it, I’m going with the latter.
[ He manages to jerk his head back so he doesn’t take snow flurries to the kisser but, when he peers down again, he is dusted in a thin layer of snow from the top of his head to his shoulders.
But he is a man of patience, he simply stares down while idly tossing a snowball up the air and catching it like one would a baseball. And, since he is in earshot now, he calls down. ]
Are you coming up here to surrender? Very well, I accept.
[ He never unwinds like this, it is a safe bet that the issue that plagues him has been put on the back burner for the time being. ]
Calling me one hardly seems fair considering I’m just being truthful. The truth hurts, I suppose, or so they say.
Missed? On the contrary, I hit the bullseye. [ He leans over the railing to shoot the former homunculus a smile that isn’t the least bit apologetic. ]
If I remember correctly, when you steal something, you call it borrowing. For now, they can act as a reminder that you dropped your guard.
[ He urges the shades down just enough to look over the lenses at him. He could toss them down to the man but, as he has already begun to scale the building, he holds his position. ]
Well, that was foolish.
You had a strategic advantage down there, the snow is finite up here and now you are trapped in an enclosed space. Either you have a plan, or you are winging it, I’m going with the latter.
[ He manages to jerk his head back so he doesn’t take snow flurries to the kisser but, when he peers down again, he is dusted in a thin layer of snow from the top of his head to his shoulders.
But he is a man of patience, he simply stares down while idly tossing a snowball up the air and catching it like one would a baseball. And, since he is in earshot now, he calls down. ]
Are you coming up here to surrender? Very well, I accept.
[But the Sin doesn't answer, not right away. Instead, there's sounds: the click of his claws finding a door, the telltale rck-a-tck-tck as he fiddles with a lock. Finally, something pops and as he pushes the sliding glass open, Greed grabs his phone again.]
spiders web? thought that was angie's whole thing not yours
[He takes a moment to turn on a light switch. Thankfully, the room he's broken into is unoccupied at the moment. Greed wanders over into the kitchen.]
i dont know. always preferred being honest myself. but truth hurting huh. dont think you realize how right you are. ah
[He opens a fridge and his grin turns absolutely devilish.]
was it? guess we'll just have to wait and see. as for that other thing.
i'm not telling
[He yanks open a drawer, grabs a convenient zip-lock bag, and begins filling it with ice. Once he's satisfied he has enough, he nudges the refrigerator closed with his knee. A few, quick pounds of his fist later, and the cubes are nothing but dust.]
[Greed shakes the bag before going back out onto the balcony. He drops his phone into his pocket and tips his head up to look at Michael again.]
Ah, but I don't. So, sorry Blues, but I think I'm gunna have to deny you this time. Again, nothing personal. [But the look on his face: it's dastardly. And as the former homunculus gathers some drift-swept snow off the concrete, he adds in a bit of ice for good measure.]
Just tell me when you're ready to quit. [He says as he slaps his forearm, sending up his special wintery mix.]
spiders web? thought that was angie's whole thing not yours
[He takes a moment to turn on a light switch. Thankfully, the room he's broken into is unoccupied at the moment. Greed wanders over into the kitchen.]
i dont know. always preferred being honest myself. but truth hurting huh. dont think you realize how right you are. ah
[He opens a fridge and his grin turns absolutely devilish.]
was it? guess we'll just have to wait and see. as for that other thing.
i'm not telling
[He yanks open a drawer, grabs a convenient zip-lock bag, and begins filling it with ice. Once he's satisfied he has enough, he nudges the refrigerator closed with his knee. A few, quick pounds of his fist later, and the cubes are nothing but dust.]
[Greed shakes the bag before going back out onto the balcony. He drops his phone into his pocket and tips his head up to look at Michael again.]
Ah, but I don't. So, sorry Blues, but I think I'm gunna have to deny you this time. Again, nothing personal. [But the look on his face: it's dastardly. And as the former homunculus gathers some drift-swept snow off the concrete, he adds in a bit of ice for good measure.]
Just tell me when you're ready to quit. [He says as he slaps his forearm, sending up his special wintery mix.]
It was a figure of speech. You are a magnet for trouble and a glutton for punishment.
You just broke into that room, didn’t you? Unreal. [ He can probably feel the exasperation through the text. If he was still outside at that point, he would have been treated to a frown. Teaching an old dog new tricks is trying work. ]
Good. I prefer it that way, your demeanor. Even while you are in the process of committing a crime.
[ The entire time Greed is surveying the room, Michael is finishing up his coffee. He even has time to pull a coin from his pocket to begin idly clearing the scratch off tickets. When he hears the distinct sound of footsteps, he sets them aside and pockets his own phone. ]
I was hoping you would say that. I hope you don’t have any other obligations for tonight, I have no intention of yielding.
[ The sin’s smile might be dastardly, but his is brimming with confidence. He is about to show him why. When the shower of snow is launched skyward, he lets his wings out and covers himself, flicking them outward to send some of it back down at his attacker of sorts. ]
A shield for a Shield. Maybe you should have set some ground rules, hm?
[ Musing to himself, he reaches out and half-heartedly let’s go of his snowball with the intention of aiming for a face shot. As an afterthought, he chimes in: ]
We won ten dollars, by the way.
You just broke into that room, didn’t you? Unreal. [ He can probably feel the exasperation through the text. If he was still outside at that point, he would have been treated to a frown. Teaching an old dog new tricks is trying work. ]
Good. I prefer it that way, your demeanor. Even while you are in the process of committing a crime.
[ The entire time Greed is surveying the room, Michael is finishing up his coffee. He even has time to pull a coin from his pocket to begin idly clearing the scratch off tickets. When he hears the distinct sound of footsteps, he sets them aside and pockets his own phone. ]
I was hoping you would say that. I hope you don’t have any other obligations for tonight, I have no intention of yielding.
[ The sin’s smile might be dastardly, but his is brimming with confidence. He is about to show him why. When the shower of snow is launched skyward, he lets his wings out and covers himself, flicking them outward to send some of it back down at his attacker of sorts. ]
A shield for a Shield. Maybe you should have set some ground rules, hm?
[ Musing to himself, he reaches out and half-heartedly let’s go of his snowball with the intention of aiming for a face shot. As an afterthought, he chimes in: ]
We won ten dollars, by the way.
[And down, down, down, the snow goes. Greed doesn't even have time to get out of the way of it. Thankfully though, it's light enough that when Michael uses his wings to block it, what falls is merely a dusting; the look of it more like a fresh-falling storm, gentle and quiet.]
[The Sin shakes and from the tip of his head to the point of his tail, he sheds off some of the ice. He digs one of his claws into the shell of his ear, pulling out a rather sizable chunk.] Ehh, even if I did, it doesn't matter. I can always make it up to Ella later. [He cleans his nail using his thumb, sending a spittle of sleet onto the balcony.]
Ha - ! Fair enough. Suppose I shouldn't have doubted you. [While he talks, that vest of his slips off his shoulders. It glides over his elbows before he catches it by the collar. And as he holds it out, the 'Shield rises. Across his arms and over his chest, it goes; its movement as languid and slow as running ink.]
[When another snowball hits him in the face, the noise that follows is hard. Solid. Greed swipes at his jaw, and the tusks he's suddenly sporting shrink back down.] Ah, can't let you see that part. Sorry.
[No need to expose Michael to his ugly side, after all. But that doesn't mean he won't play ugly. Greed hooks one of his boots into the rail of the banister.] And why would I do that? I told you before to never hold back with me. There's no point, so why start now?
[This time, instead of snow, it's his vest that he flings up first. And he hopes it's enough of a distraction. Because what follows is the whole bag of ice. Using the bottom as a gripping point, the former homunculus tosses it up, leaving its top split wide open to let its contents spill out in a large, sweeping fan.]
[And behind it all? Is him. Him leaping up onto the next balcony, claws out, and laughter in his throat.]
[The Sin shakes and from the tip of his head to the point of his tail, he sheds off some of the ice. He digs one of his claws into the shell of his ear, pulling out a rather sizable chunk.] Ehh, even if I did, it doesn't matter. I can always make it up to Ella later. [He cleans his nail using his thumb, sending a spittle of sleet onto the balcony.]
Ha - ! Fair enough. Suppose I shouldn't have doubted you. [While he talks, that vest of his slips off his shoulders. It glides over his elbows before he catches it by the collar. And as he holds it out, the 'Shield rises. Across his arms and over his chest, it goes; its movement as languid and slow as running ink.]
[When another snowball hits him in the face, the noise that follows is hard. Solid. Greed swipes at his jaw, and the tusks he's suddenly sporting shrink back down.] Ah, can't let you see that part. Sorry.
[No need to expose Michael to his ugly side, after all. But that doesn't mean he won't play ugly. Greed hooks one of his boots into the rail of the banister.] And why would I do that? I told you before to never hold back with me. There's no point, so why start now?
[This time, instead of snow, it's his vest that he flings up first. And he hopes it's enough of a distraction. Because what follows is the whole bag of ice. Using the bottom as a gripping point, the former homunculus tosses it up, leaving its top split wide open to let its contents spill out in a large, sweeping fan.]
[And behind it all? Is him. Him leaping up onto the next balcony, claws out, and laughter in his throat.]
[ Greed is the proud recipient of an ornate looking watch that has a note attached, written in an impossibly neat font.
I know you’re making a face right now, so stop it. Make sure to hold your hand over the back, you might find something interesting. Happy Holidays, Greed.
- M. ]
I know you’re making a face right now, so stop it. Make sure to hold your hand over the back, you might find something interesting. Happy Holidays, Greed.
- M. ]
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[ Kamora is the proud recipient of set of fashionable winter wear that has a note attached, written in an impossibly neat font.
I’m well aware that this might be unnecessary, but I thought it suited you nonetheless. Happy Holidays, Kamora.
- M. ]
I’m well aware that this might be unnecessary, but I thought it suited you nonetheless. Happy Holidays, Kamora.
- M. ]
A neatly wrapped package is left at the Nest, addressed to both Greed and Kamora. It's wrapped in plain brown paper and topped with an ornate red ribbon and has some weight to it! Inside is a fancy vintage radio that, upon closer inspection, seems to be inlaid with real gold and bright gemstones. There's a warm, fashionable cat sweater for Kamora as well. It's soft and warm and DEFINITELY came from one of their Heaven raiding escapades.
There's a vintage-style christmas card with a handwritten note inside -- "For my dear friends at the Devil's Nest. It was the most ostentatious thing I could find :) The sweater for Kamora is cashmere, hand wash in cold water only!!! Merry Christmas! - ALASTOR"
There's a vintage-style christmas card with a handwritten note inside -- "For my dear friends at the Devil's Nest. It was the most ostentatious thing I could find :) The sweater for Kamora is cashmere, hand wash in cold water only!!! Merry Christmas! - ALASTOR"
[Guess what Greed!!!!
EMPORIO GOT YOU FOR SECRET SANTA.
Naturally he was already getting Greed something, and that means DOUBLE PRESENTS.
Which in itself could well be a present.
The first and long intended gift is...well basically a pile of ghost objects that Emporio thought were neat. They're all pretty unique, albeit largely useless. Knick-knacks, weird toys or figures, etc.
But, being made of ghost, they're also indestructible, so that's cool!
For the secret santa however, Emporio has gone hunting; and the present is a ghost pouch- the card says you can fit many things inside it, just be careful or you'll have trouble getting what you want back OUT- but the pouch itself has a Normal one surrounding it, a bit like a case.
The normal pouch was commissioned to actually match Greed's aesthetic- as Emporio can't really choose what ghost objects look like. The result though is a little hammerspace pouch that matches Greed's look though, so he hopes he likes it!!]
EMPORIO GOT YOU FOR SECRET SANTA.
Naturally he was already getting Greed something, and that means DOUBLE PRESENTS.
Which in itself could well be a present.
The first and long intended gift is...well basically a pile of ghost objects that Emporio thought were neat. They're all pretty unique, albeit largely useless. Knick-knacks, weird toys or figures, etc.
But, being made of ghost, they're also indestructible, so that's cool!
For the secret santa however, Emporio has gone hunting; and the present is a ghost pouch- the card says you can fit many things inside it, just be careful or you'll have trouble getting what you want back OUT- but the pouch itself has a Normal one surrounding it, a bit like a case.
The normal pouch was commissioned to actually match Greed's aesthetic- as Emporio can't really choose what ghost objects look like. The result though is a little hammerspace pouch that matches Greed's look though, so he hopes he likes it!!]
[It takes two days before he sends the text. Because yeah, he was making a face. Maybe, he still is. And if he's flipped that watch open and shut like a fidget toy during all that time, well.]
[Everyone's got their secrets, don't they.]
you're only going to get this from me once
i don't know the spots upstairs as well as i do down here. you choose the place. this holiday's eve or whatever its called looks like its gunna be busy. day sounds like its pretty quiet. wherever you want to go. if you need suggestions, ask nanami kento. the accountant
but keep in mind this is a one time deal. so you can either take it or leave it
[Everyone's got their secrets, don't they.]
you're only going to get this from me once
i don't know the spots upstairs as well as i do down here. you choose the place. this holiday's eve or whatever its called looks like its gunna be busy. day sounds like its pretty quiet. wherever you want to go. if you need suggestions, ask nanami kento. the accountant
but keep in mind this is a one time deal. so you can either take it or leave it
You are a flatterer. No Alastor, mind. But I will consider these a token that you will not come to test me.
Holidays are for the sentimental. I am not sentimental, nor will I ever be. But an exchange is an exchange, and it would not be equivalent if I did not offer one in return, would it, Little Turtle Dove.
And since I am feeling charitable to your otherwise meaningless status, I will let you decide when to use it.
Holidays are for the sentimental. I am not sentimental, nor will I ever be. But an exchange is an exchange, and it would not be equivalent if I did not offer one in return, would it, Little Turtle Dove.
And since I am feeling charitable to your otherwise meaningless status, I will let you decide when to use it.
Ella, is it? She must have the patience of a saint, then, if you are on a first name basis with her. I suppose I can leave a note on her door later.
[ Rather than continue their banter, he locks onto the vest and narrows his eyes slightly, as if trying to read what his next move might be. Anyone with eyes knows that he favors the vest so, if he is willing to part with it now, he is clearly up to no good. ]
Hiding them is unnecessary, trust that I’ve probably seen more monstrous things than that. If I didn’t accept you for all that you are, would we be here right now? Humans might shrink away, but I won’t.
[ Michael leans over the railing, resting his chin against his arms during their brief reprieve. It’s so funny, he hasn’t taken part in anything like this for well over ten thousand years, but he falls back into the old routine quickly enough. ]
Why? Hmm. It never hurts to be sure, a friendly reminder never hurt anyone. Besides, it’s rare that I’m able to engage someone with my full strength, maybe I was just making sure you weren’t getting cold feet.
[ The second he sees movement, he straightens up and braces himself for what is to come. He should have expected it to be the vest, maybe he’s getting slower in his old age. Not likely though. What he doesn’t expect is for the chunks of ice that rocket skyward to rain down and find their way past the collar of his shirt. Never again will he remove his tie prematurely for the evening.
What follows is a yelp after he catches the vest and drops it behind his side of the balcony. He hurriedly untucks his shirt and swears under his breath as he dances around trying to get the ice out. When Michael reappears, he looks disheveled and slightly annoyed by the inconvenience. ]
You might’ve landed a decisive blow, but now I have your sunglasses and your vest. It’s a rather cold evening, can you afford to lose anything else? The walk home may not be a cold one for you but, if you lose anything else, it might cause a scene.
[ He doesn’t join him in his laughter, but he does provide him with his best shit-eating grin as he hops up onto the railing himself and beckons him closer with a hand. Neither one of them have anymore snow in hand, but this chase has only just begun. There are plenty of surfaces around them to take it from, or he can take the “fight” to the ground floor or roof. ]
[ Rather than continue their banter, he locks onto the vest and narrows his eyes slightly, as if trying to read what his next move might be. Anyone with eyes knows that he favors the vest so, if he is willing to part with it now, he is clearly up to no good. ]
Hiding them is unnecessary, trust that I’ve probably seen more monstrous things than that. If I didn’t accept you for all that you are, would we be here right now? Humans might shrink away, but I won’t.
[ Michael leans over the railing, resting his chin against his arms during their brief reprieve. It’s so funny, he hasn’t taken part in anything like this for well over ten thousand years, but he falls back into the old routine quickly enough. ]
Why? Hmm. It never hurts to be sure, a friendly reminder never hurt anyone. Besides, it’s rare that I’m able to engage someone with my full strength, maybe I was just making sure you weren’t getting cold feet.
[ The second he sees movement, he straightens up and braces himself for what is to come. He should have expected it to be the vest, maybe he’s getting slower in his old age. Not likely though. What he doesn’t expect is for the chunks of ice that rocket skyward to rain down and find their way past the collar of his shirt. Never again will he remove his tie prematurely for the evening.
What follows is a yelp after he catches the vest and drops it behind his side of the balcony. He hurriedly untucks his shirt and swears under his breath as he dances around trying to get the ice out. When Michael reappears, he looks disheveled and slightly annoyed by the inconvenience. ]
You might’ve landed a decisive blow, but now I have your sunglasses and your vest. It’s a rather cold evening, can you afford to lose anything else? The walk home may not be a cold one for you but, if you lose anything else, it might cause a scene.
[ He doesn’t join him in his laughter, but he does provide him with his best shit-eating grin as he hops up onto the railing himself and beckons him closer with a hand. Neither one of them have anymore snow in hand, but this chase has only just begun. There are plenty of surfaces around them to take it from, or he can take the “fight” to the ground floor or roof. ]
[Slipping onto the second balcony for the evening, the Sin casually pushes himself over the rail. He brushes his hand over his shoulder once to shoo away some of the ice he caught in the crossfire.] It's simply business, Blues. Nothing more to it than that. What, did you think I didn't have other work besides the bar? [Lifting his head, he checks to make sure this room is, like the last, empty before reaching into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes.]
[He pulls it out and bites at the corner of the lid to tear it off.] And don't think her place is the sort for someone like you. No offense. [The forks of his tongue find the butt of a smoke, twirling around it. Greed pulls it onto his lip as he lifts one of his arms high in the air to waggle a finger towards Michael.] You might be fine with it, but I'd rather not. Got a handsome face, Michael. Would prefer to keep it that way.
[The Sin jerks his hand across the rail. The sparks that follow, while brief, are enough for him to light his cigarette. And when the tip turns a low, simmering red, he jerks himself straight again, his grin slowly stretching across his face.] Didn't see that one coming, did ya? Told you before. I'm full of surprises.
[He inhales, dragging cold air and tobacco deep into his lungs. This battle is far from won, and he knows it. But that doesn't mean he isn't allowed to pause, break, and think about his next move. By the time Michael shows him his smile, the cigarette on his lip is a third of the way burned.]
[Greed pinches it, pitching it over the side of the rail. Because he knows that look. Knows it well, in fact.] Oh, ho - ! There you go. There's that attitude of yours. Was almost starting to think you were gunna make it easy on me. [Behind him, his tail shivers. It twitches softly along the balcony's concrete slab, shaking out a small speckling of ice.] And is that what you're worried about? If I'd cause a scene? [He tilts his head, giving Michael a slow, mocking wink.] Or is it something else?
[The Sin rolls his neck. With no words left to give, he takes another leap upward. The tips of his claws sink into the lip of the next balcony and as he leaves behind five, deep-run gouges, he uses the anchor as a jumping point to land boots-first on the banister.]
[Thnck.]
Haven't held your punches before, don't see why that should change now. [He hums, gripping the rail between his legs. With his shoulders hunched and his knees splayed out, it would be all too easy to mistake him for a gargoyle; his steamy breath and wafting tail, the only things giving him away. Greed smears one of his hands along the iron, putting together a short pile of sleet.]
Cold feet, huh. [He says, mostly to himself. But once he has enough ice, he squishes it together, forming a broken, loose-shaped sphere.] Dunno, Blues. Why don't we find out?
[He doesn't bother aiming for Michael this time. No, once again, he uses the ball as means of directing his attention elsewhere. Because as soon as the snow leaves his hand, the Sin tilts back, making his heels notch into the rail. He waits a second, just enough time to catch Michael with that too-sure smile of his, before prying his hands loose off the banister. And as his body begins its free fall, the former homunculus touches the side of his temple, shooting off a sarcastic salute.]
[He pulls it out and bites at the corner of the lid to tear it off.] And don't think her place is the sort for someone like you. No offense. [The forks of his tongue find the butt of a smoke, twirling around it. Greed pulls it onto his lip as he lifts one of his arms high in the air to waggle a finger towards Michael.] You might be fine with it, but I'd rather not. Got a handsome face, Michael. Would prefer to keep it that way.
[The Sin jerks his hand across the rail. The sparks that follow, while brief, are enough for him to light his cigarette. And when the tip turns a low, simmering red, he jerks himself straight again, his grin slowly stretching across his face.] Didn't see that one coming, did ya? Told you before. I'm full of surprises.
[He inhales, dragging cold air and tobacco deep into his lungs. This battle is far from won, and he knows it. But that doesn't mean he isn't allowed to pause, break, and think about his next move. By the time Michael shows him his smile, the cigarette on his lip is a third of the way burned.]
[Greed pinches it, pitching it over the side of the rail. Because he knows that look. Knows it well, in fact.] Oh, ho - ! There you go. There's that attitude of yours. Was almost starting to think you were gunna make it easy on me. [Behind him, his tail shivers. It twitches softly along the balcony's concrete slab, shaking out a small speckling of ice.] And is that what you're worried about? If I'd cause a scene? [He tilts his head, giving Michael a slow, mocking wink.] Or is it something else?
[The Sin rolls his neck. With no words left to give, he takes another leap upward. The tips of his claws sink into the lip of the next balcony and as he leaves behind five, deep-run gouges, he uses the anchor as a jumping point to land boots-first on the banister.]
[Thnck.]
Haven't held your punches before, don't see why that should change now. [He hums, gripping the rail between his legs. With his shoulders hunched and his knees splayed out, it would be all too easy to mistake him for a gargoyle; his steamy breath and wafting tail, the only things giving him away. Greed smears one of his hands along the iron, putting together a short pile of sleet.]
Cold feet, huh. [He says, mostly to himself. But once he has enough ice, he squishes it together, forming a broken, loose-shaped sphere.] Dunno, Blues. Why don't we find out?
[He doesn't bother aiming for Michael this time. No, once again, he uses the ball as means of directing his attention elsewhere. Because as soon as the snow leaves his hand, the Sin tilts back, making his heels notch into the rail. He waits a second, just enough time to catch Michael with that too-sure smile of his, before prying his hands loose off the banister. And as his body begins its free fall, the former homunculus touches the side of his temple, shooting off a sarcastic salute.]
[It's rare to see someone at his bar so completely opposite his usual. Not that Maurice is entirely out of sorts here. But the clientele he's come to expect have always been a bit more rough around the edges, and an ask (any at all) tends to come with a little more fine print.]
[Which is why, maybe, Greed's smile softens a bit. He lifts his shoulders with a lazy shrug before stretching himself over the bar just enough to make his hips knock along the other side of the counter. The collar may be commanding him to do it, but even so. This? This is simple enough.]
[Maurice really is another one of the good ones, isn't he?]
[The Sin coaxes his head to the side, offering up his ear.] Knock yourself out. [He purrs and his tail sways behind him.] Y'know, you're not a bad guy, 'Rice. If you ever find those other jobs of yours aren't working out, why don't you give me a call? This place gets busy enough, and I'm sure we could find something worth your time.
[On cue, he pulls out a napkin and a pen to blindly scribble down a few numbers before pushing it over to Maurice; his head, all the while, held out and waiting for a well-deserved scritch.]
[Which is why, maybe, Greed's smile softens a bit. He lifts his shoulders with a lazy shrug before stretching himself over the bar just enough to make his hips knock along the other side of the counter. The collar may be commanding him to do it, but even so. This? This is simple enough.]
[Maurice really is another one of the good ones, isn't he?]
[The Sin coaxes his head to the side, offering up his ear.] Knock yourself out. [He purrs and his tail sways behind him.] Y'know, you're not a bad guy, 'Rice. If you ever find those other jobs of yours aren't working out, why don't you give me a call? This place gets busy enough, and I'm sure we could find something worth your time.
[On cue, he pulls out a napkin and a pen to blindly scribble down a few numbers before pushing it over to Maurice; his head, all the while, held out and waiting for a well-deserved scritch.]
Hardly. For the man who wants it all, it isn’t a stretch. That’s where we differ, you live for the contact with others, while I find myself eager to get away. Standing here now, feeling the chill against my face, is the ultimate sense of peace.
It sounds like you are making decisions for me again. [ He muses, knowing full well that Greed is right and wouldn’t lead him astray. If he says it isn’t the type of place for him, then it isn’t. ] I’m beginning to think you care more about my face than I do, Greed. Is there something you want to tell me?
[ The sparks alight against the stark white background and, once the cigarette is lit, he finds he can follow the glow every time he inhales. It would be a foolish move for anyone else, but he knows anything the former homunculus does is deliberate. ] The ice? No, but I should have known you would think outside the box, even with something like this. I’m impressed, you used your environment to your advantage. Throwing your vest was a nice touch, but an unnecessary sacrifice.
No, taking it easy on any opponent would be an insult. Besides, why would I hold back when I’m rarely able to let myself go? Though, if you keep going on like that, I might just take a cheap shot to be spiteful. You know that isn’t the case. [ Normally, that is. He would never do such a dishonorable thing, but the might is vague enough to let him find a loophole in his own rigid set of rules. ]
It won’t, but I hope you don’t end up regretting this in the end. I told you once before, I’ve only lost one fight in my lifetime.
[ Before the snowball even makes contact, Michael spreads both his arms out to either side, tipping his head off to one side to watch him. He knows a snowball is coming but, after the last sneak attack, he is expecting another trick. He closes his eyes and lets himself fall forward with all the grace of a swan.
Without a confined space to compress them, all six wings stretch to their full length and snap in the air to give him enough speed to catch up to the dark blur still falling. There is no immediate retaliation but his dive will earn him bonus points. In the midst of their fall, he pulls the sunglasses off and, now nearly nose to nose with him, returns them to their owner. ]
The vest you’ll have to win back. Oh, and Greed? You seem to have dropped something. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t return it?
[ That snowball he threw? Michael reveals it in his other hand before promptly reaching out to dump it on his head and ruffle his hair to ensure the slush gets worked in properly. After though? His wings catch him right before he hits the ground, making for a nimble landing. ]
It sounds like you are making decisions for me again. [ He muses, knowing full well that Greed is right and wouldn’t lead him astray. If he says it isn’t the type of place for him, then it isn’t. ] I’m beginning to think you care more about my face than I do, Greed. Is there something you want to tell me?
[ The sparks alight against the stark white background and, once the cigarette is lit, he finds he can follow the glow every time he inhales. It would be a foolish move for anyone else, but he knows anything the former homunculus does is deliberate. ] The ice? No, but I should have known you would think outside the box, even with something like this. I’m impressed, you used your environment to your advantage. Throwing your vest was a nice touch, but an unnecessary sacrifice.
No, taking it easy on any opponent would be an insult. Besides, why would I hold back when I’m rarely able to let myself go? Though, if you keep going on like that, I might just take a cheap shot to be spiteful. You know that isn’t the case. [ Normally, that is. He would never do such a dishonorable thing, but the might is vague enough to let him find a loophole in his own rigid set of rules. ]
It won’t, but I hope you don’t end up regretting this in the end. I told you once before, I’ve only lost one fight in my lifetime.
[ Before the snowball even makes contact, Michael spreads both his arms out to either side, tipping his head off to one side to watch him. He knows a snowball is coming but, after the last sneak attack, he is expecting another trick. He closes his eyes and lets himself fall forward with all the grace of a swan.
Without a confined space to compress them, all six wings stretch to their full length and snap in the air to give him enough speed to catch up to the dark blur still falling. There is no immediate retaliation but his dive will earn him bonus points. In the midst of their fall, he pulls the sunglasses off and, now nearly nose to nose with him, returns them to their owner. ]
The vest you’ll have to win back. Oh, and Greed? You seem to have dropped something. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t return it?
[ That snowball he threw? Michael reveals it in his other hand before promptly reaching out to dump it on his head and ruffle his hair to ensure the slush gets worked in properly. After though? His wings catch him right before he hits the ground, making for a nimble landing. ]
[...So. Ochako, uh. She has no idea what to get Greed, nor where to even begin. On god, he is probably the one person she is struggling with the most, out of everyone on her gigantic list, to gift something even remotely meaningful. And though she could go for the easy way out of just grabbing booze from literally ANY place in Hell (lets be honest here, the vending machines sell hard liquor and hard drugs...among other questionable items), her moral compass simply will not allow her to purchase alcohol until she is of legal age to do so. Sorry man, no cheap thrills for you this Christmas time.
HOWEVER!!! That does not mean she is completely without something to give! The cherubs and other angels up in Heaven love Ochako, and how sweet and polite she ismost of the time...ahem, so when she asks, she is allowed to use the kitchens to make food for herself and others, and BOY HOWDY IS SHE MAKING SOME GOODIES. Lots of them, because she has no clue what else to get this guy and food is never a bad option. Like for real, who in their right mind wouldn't like to get delicious food as a gift for any occasion? And though she's not a ffffucking...Master Iron Chef Plus Ultra S-Rank Gourmet like Bakugou, she is pretty decent at cooking and knows her way around a kitchen. ...And there is an entire kitchen of chefs that are giving her pointers and guidance, and help with one of the recipes because, gasp, it does include a splash of alcohol!!
Greed will get a call from the hotel staff that a gift is being delivered to his suite, and in time an imp will arrive with a push cart of several items under some shiny, metal cloches. The main entree is a rather delectable spread of braised short ribs which looks fan-fucking-tastic and smell even better. The glossy sauce drips from the tend, fall off the bone meat, and they come with a bowl of ultra fluffy, white rice, crisp boiled veggies with a drizzle of sesame oil and crushed sesame seeds, some spicy and sour kimchi if he wants a little kick, a cup of miso soup, and a frothy glass of beer. On the house, because this is technically being served in Hell, and the Hell staff saw all this good food and recoiled in horror that is wasn't accompanied by SOME kind of devilish swill. So...there you go. We stay winning.
NEXT UP is the dessert! A spiced rum cake that is sweet, moist, and has the flavorful kick at the end of a high-quality rum it's been soaking in. The perfect accoutrement and dessert to a rather heavy meal. Everything will be delicious, to the nines and then some, and a card will accompany the whole thing that is simple, but sweet...and reads as follows:
Dear Mr. Greed,
YOU ARE SO HARD TO GIFT!!! OH MY GOSH! WORSE THAN MY TEACHERS BACK HOME!! D8<
Please enjoy the food, I didn't know what else to get for you. 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。
Your friend this Holiday,
Uraraka Ochako]
HOWEVER!!! That does not mean she is completely without something to give! The cherubs and other angels up in Heaven love Ochako, and how sweet and polite she is
Greed will get a call from the hotel staff that a gift is being delivered to his suite, and in time an imp will arrive with a push cart of several items under some shiny, metal cloches. The main entree is a rather delectable spread of braised short ribs which looks fan-fucking-tastic and smell even better. The glossy sauce drips from the tend, fall off the bone meat, and they come with a bowl of ultra fluffy, white rice, crisp boiled veggies with a drizzle of sesame oil and crushed sesame seeds, some spicy and sour kimchi if he wants a little kick, a cup of miso soup, and a frothy glass of beer. On the house, because this is technically being served in Hell, and the Hell staff saw all this good food and recoiled in horror that is wasn't accompanied by SOME kind of devilish swill. So...there you go. We stay winning.
NEXT UP is the dessert! A spiced rum cake that is sweet, moist, and has the flavorful kick at the end of a high-quality rum it's been soaking in. The perfect accoutrement and dessert to a rather heavy meal. Everything will be delicious, to the nines and then some, and a card will accompany the whole thing that is simple, but sweet...and reads as follows:
Dear Mr. Greed,
YOU ARE SO HARD TO GIFT!!! OH MY GOSH! WORSE THAN MY TEACHERS BACK HOME!! D8<
Please enjoy the food, I didn't know what else to get for you. 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。
Your friend this Holiday,
Uraraka Ochako]
[Ruby works hard on her gifts, even when she doesn't know what to get. Can't very much do any "adult" gifts yet, but that just means she gets to play to her strengths. To that end, a wide, stout box is left on the counter of the nest. No sign of who dropped it off, but the heavenly festive wrappings may be a good clue.
Inside is a black forest cake! For Greed (although a accompanying note says he's free to share) as well as, tucked away neatly, a hand-made scarf for the big cat man.
Speaking of notes, there's another one in here;]
Hi, Greed! Happy Yam Ween, or Christmas, or whatever you're celebrating today! I hope you like the treat, and the scarf is for when you wanna go climbing buildings without me.
Thanks for being a friend these past months. It means a lot to me.
- Ruby
Inside is a black forest cake! For Greed (although a accompanying note says he's free to share) as well as, tucked away neatly, a hand-made scarf for the big cat man.
Speaking of notes, there's another one in here;]
Hi, Greed! Happy Yam Ween, or Christmas, or whatever you're celebrating today! I hope you like the treat, and the scarf is for when you wanna go climbing buildings without me.
Thanks for being a friend these past months. It means a lot to me.
- Ruby
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