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With a certain crowd. [Greed answers, pocketing his hands. He turns his head up towards the ceiling.] And liberating is an interesting way of putting it. It wasn't like I was hiding, Blue Eyes. Suppose they figured I'd show up sooner or later. Eh -
[He tips back his heel, throwing the toe of his boot up and into the air. Yeah, he remembers: Michael on his couch, the faint smell of soap on his skin, and defeat beaten into every, single one of his feathers. It'd started then, hadn't it? When his coveting hands first wandered before he even realized what it was he wanted.]
[The Sin pivots towards the door.] Wouldn't be right if I left you there, Blues. All things considered - [He doesn't elaborate. Michael's trying to have a good night, after all.]
[Instead, he reaches for the door and he feels something thunk against his chest.] No, I don't care what you are. I never have. And you say that, but I don't think you want to hear about who I've fucked. Besides, not sure they're really my stories to tell, hmn? [And why does it feel weird to talk about that? He sleeps around plenty, that's no secret. So why does it matter now?]
[It doesn't. But as his claws reach up to his throat and blindly hook a thin chain of steel hung about his neck, the former homunculus mindlessly thumbs open the side of his watch.]
[Greed narrows his eyes.]
[Michael's not in that picture.]
[Michael should be in that picture.]
[Fuck it.]
[The Sin throws the door open as he begins to wind his way through the bar. He dodges people, questions, the stray strokes of hands on his chest. It's to a window that he goes and as his fist curls around the frame, he yanks it open, sticking one leg over the sill. He can see a few icicles hanging from the fire escape.]
Y'know - [He bites, wedging the phone tight into his shoulder. The sound of the ladder being pulled down is loud and rusty.] - for a man that's over 10,000 years old, you're really fucking dense.
[His boots drum off the wrought iron, breaking apart sheets of ice.] It isn't strange, Blue Eyes. So you want to be alone with me. So what. [A whistle of wind nips at the receiver.] You think I don't?
[The cold air, while it doesn't do much, gives him all the excuses he needs. And as he continues his climb, the Sin focuses on the steel under his claws and on the slips of ice as they crack, break, and tumble into the alleyway below.]
Sorry, but that's something I can't do. [Ignoring him. He couldn't even if he wanted to.] Someone's gotta keep you from getting lost in your head.
[Finally, he clears the ledge, leaving the rumbling of the bar as a far-off echo. A couple of cars pass by and as they honk, the former homunculus idly begins to cross the roof. He pulls out a fresh cigarette, clicking his tongue.] Can't promise that, either. It's in my nature. But I'll try not to get you too involved. Fair enough?
[Greed quickly swipes his claws against the aluminum frame of a vent, coaxing a spark.] Maybe you forgot, but I own this place, Feathers. [He inhales, exhales, stopping at the edge.]
Michael - [He says his name this time.] - I'm going to ask you again. And I know, I'm cheating. You can hold it against me later. [The Sin shakes his wrist.]
What do you want? What do you really want?
[He tips back his heel, throwing the toe of his boot up and into the air. Yeah, he remembers: Michael on his couch, the faint smell of soap on his skin, and defeat beaten into every, single one of his feathers. It'd started then, hadn't it? When his coveting hands first wandered before he even realized what it was he wanted.]
[The Sin pivots towards the door.] Wouldn't be right if I left you there, Blues. All things considered - [He doesn't elaborate. Michael's trying to have a good night, after all.]
[Instead, he reaches for the door and he feels something thunk against his chest.] No, I don't care what you are. I never have. And you say that, but I don't think you want to hear about who I've fucked. Besides, not sure they're really my stories to tell, hmn? [And why does it feel weird to talk about that? He sleeps around plenty, that's no secret. So why does it matter now?]
[It doesn't. But as his claws reach up to his throat and blindly hook a thin chain of steel hung about his neck, the former homunculus mindlessly thumbs open the side of his watch.]
[Greed narrows his eyes.]
[Michael's not in that picture.]
[Michael should be in that picture.]
[Fuck it.]
[The Sin throws the door open as he begins to wind his way through the bar. He dodges people, questions, the stray strokes of hands on his chest. It's to a window that he goes and as his fist curls around the frame, he yanks it open, sticking one leg over the sill. He can see a few icicles hanging from the fire escape.]
Y'know - [He bites, wedging the phone tight into his shoulder. The sound of the ladder being pulled down is loud and rusty.] - for a man that's over 10,000 years old, you're really fucking dense.
[His boots drum off the wrought iron, breaking apart sheets of ice.] It isn't strange, Blue Eyes. So you want to be alone with me. So what. [A whistle of wind nips at the receiver.] You think I don't?
[The cold air, while it doesn't do much, gives him all the excuses he needs. And as he continues his climb, the Sin focuses on the steel under his claws and on the slips of ice as they crack, break, and tumble into the alleyway below.]
Sorry, but that's something I can't do. [Ignoring him. He couldn't even if he wanted to.] Someone's gotta keep you from getting lost in your head.
[Finally, he clears the ledge, leaving the rumbling of the bar as a far-off echo. A couple of cars pass by and as they honk, the former homunculus idly begins to cross the roof. He pulls out a fresh cigarette, clicking his tongue.] Can't promise that, either. It's in my nature. But I'll try not to get you too involved. Fair enough?
[Greed quickly swipes his claws against the aluminum frame of a vent, coaxing a spark.] Maybe you forgot, but I own this place, Feathers. [He inhales, exhales, stopping at the edge.]
Michael - [He says his name this time.] - I'm going to ask you again. And I know, I'm cheating. You can hold it against me later. [The Sin shakes his wrist.]
What do you want? What do you really want?
No, you wouldn’t be the type to hide away and lick your wounds. It’s a trait I admire, hiding just delays the inevitable and keeps one from enjoying life. Better to have loved and lost, hm?
[ Needless to say, this conversation is sobering him up quicker than his body can and he is silently cursing over it. ]
You had already helped me more than you needed to but I suppose dwelling on it now doesn’t do me any good. You did what you did and I’m grateful for it. When I needed help you gave it to me without a second thought. I don’t know why I chose that roof, I was never intending to go inside. I just wanted to catch my breath.
[ A partial truth, his wings carried him there because it was a safe, neutral space. Even though the two of them fought viciously at one point, he knew Greed would treat him fairly and not try to put an angelic weapon through his chest on sight. Their chats gave him an incredible amount of insight about not the man and the monster. ]
No! [ A bit calmer: ] No, I don’t need to know about your history. That isn’t what I was trying to say, I just wanted you to know that if something does happen, you can rely on me. If it makes it easier, I can say the Seal of Confession means I will never share your secrets.
I’m not dense, Greed, that has nothing to do with it. If you think I haven’t noticed? You’re wrong, you’re so very wrong. [ His voice is muffled as he scrubs a hand across his face, sighing against it. This wasn’t part of the plan tonight, he was just going to bullshit with him for a little while and go right back to the festivities.
Now he is visibly trying to tuck himself away into a corner to hide not just from prying eyes but also himself. Fuck, this is not how he wanted to do this. Did he even want to do this? God, he doesn’t even know himself anymore. ]
Do you know what it feels like to want for something that you shouldn’t? That you can’t have? You want everything, don’t you? I’ve never— [ He cuts himself off, switching the phone to his other ear. ] To be fed the tales of how vile and mindless Sinners are, of how they will be the thing that destroys us, how they will do anything to tempt an angel away from His Grace.
I thought there was something wrong with me. I’ve never felt want because I was never supposed to feel it. I expected it to wither on the vine but it has grown since that night. It was a dull roar before but now..
[ He closes his eyes and listens to the sounds of life on the other end of the phone because watching everyone else is distracting. If he doesn’t ground himself then he isn’t ever going to get this out. ]
You should’ve just let me stay in my head, it would have saved us both a little grief, but you just had to find a way in. I suppose that’s par for the course for you. [ He exhales through his nose, not quite getting the fully intended laugh out. Where a heart should be, he feels his chest begin to ache and places a hand over it, expecting to find a weeping wound. ]
If I knew what I wanted, this conversation would be a lot easier. [ Only two people have ever asked him what he wanted before and even then, he had no answer for the first one. He nearly lets it happen a second time but finds his mouth moving of its own accord. ] I want to know what this is.
Even if I’m damned because I pursued it, I want to know. To see it through.
[ Needless to say, this conversation is sobering him up quicker than his body can and he is silently cursing over it. ]
You had already helped me more than you needed to but I suppose dwelling on it now doesn’t do me any good. You did what you did and I’m grateful for it. When I needed help you gave it to me without a second thought. I don’t know why I chose that roof, I was never intending to go inside. I just wanted to catch my breath.
[ A partial truth, his wings carried him there because it was a safe, neutral space. Even though the two of them fought viciously at one point, he knew Greed would treat him fairly and not try to put an angelic weapon through his chest on sight. Their chats gave him an incredible amount of insight about not the man and the monster. ]
No! [ A bit calmer: ] No, I don’t need to know about your history. That isn’t what I was trying to say, I just wanted you to know that if something does happen, you can rely on me. If it makes it easier, I can say the Seal of Confession means I will never share your secrets.
I’m not dense, Greed, that has nothing to do with it. If you think I haven’t noticed? You’re wrong, you’re so very wrong. [ His voice is muffled as he scrubs a hand across his face, sighing against it. This wasn’t part of the plan tonight, he was just going to bullshit with him for a little while and go right back to the festivities.
Now he is visibly trying to tuck himself away into a corner to hide not just from prying eyes but also himself. Fuck, this is not how he wanted to do this. Did he even want to do this? God, he doesn’t even know himself anymore. ]
Do you know what it feels like to want for something that you shouldn’t? That you can’t have? You want everything, don’t you? I’ve never— [ He cuts himself off, switching the phone to his other ear. ] To be fed the tales of how vile and mindless Sinners are, of how they will be the thing that destroys us, how they will do anything to tempt an angel away from His Grace.
I thought there was something wrong with me. I’ve never felt want because I was never supposed to feel it. I expected it to wither on the vine but it has grown since that night. It was a dull roar before but now..
[ He closes his eyes and listens to the sounds of life on the other end of the phone because watching everyone else is distracting. If he doesn’t ground himself then he isn’t ever going to get this out. ]
You should’ve just let me stay in my head, it would have saved us both a little grief, but you just had to find a way in. I suppose that’s par for the course for you. [ He exhales through his nose, not quite getting the fully intended laugh out. Where a heart should be, he feels his chest begin to ache and places a hand over it, expecting to find a weeping wound. ]
If I knew what I wanted, this conversation would be a lot easier. [ Only two people have ever asked him what he wanted before and even then, he had no answer for the first one. He nearly lets it happen a second time but finds his mouth moving of its own accord. ] I want to know what this is.
Even if I’m damned because I pursued it, I want to know. To see it through.
[ He narrows his eyes a fraction as if simply daring him to share what dances on the tip of his tongue. All the same, he follows his good lead and keeps the actual words to himself. Anyone would admire the look, at least that is what he is going to tell himself here. ]
Then I’ll make payments. You do take those, don’t you? Currency is currency. Small increments given weekly or monthly until you’re satisfied with the price. Will that suffice? Fortunately, whatever the price, I know that you won’t swindle me. That’s why I’m willing to pay it.
[ He doesn’t laugh outright but his mouth does quirk up at the corners. But he does get closer than necessary, dropping his voice to a murmur. It isn’t as if the walls have ears or this is some well-guarded secret but someone has to get a little payback for the weight behind that wicked smile he was given. ]
I wouldn’t try to fit you into an unfamiliar mold and you don’t have to hide your tail, I know what you’re thinking just by looking into your eyes. I hope you don’t try making a habit of that either. [ Satisfied, he draws away from him, fingers tracing him from shoulder to elbow as he slides around him. ]
Lute is Adam’s Lieutenant or was until his passing. It’s unlikely that she will take his place, she is a great fighter but all of the hate Adam had in him he passed onto her. Putting her in charge would likely lead to the same outcome, needlessly lost lives, and I imagine she will be looking for revenge. I had hoped to take her under my wing here and see if I could open her eyes to the truth, but we can’t always get what we want.
[ He lingers just out of reach, folding his arms across his chest. ] Exactly. Why do you think I’m going to be looking for volunteers? I’m confident enough in my skill set that I can teach and adequately demonstrate them to a willing class, but I know not everyone is comfortable with fighting. If I can offer them a wide range of choices they may be more willing to attend, or at least hear what I have to say. [ There is a slight challenge there when he looks back at him again. ] One day, if you’re willing, I won’t hold back and I’ll show you what I’m really capable of.
[ Two monsters in the guise of humans, it would be a hell of a time. He groans, his attention turning to the balcony. ] They already have wild ideas and questions thanks to my frequent wall-climbing houseguest. You really are a troublesome man, do you know that? You and your unique brand of fun.
[ This asshole, he immediately looks a little embarrassed over the food despite uttering a quiet thank you when he takes the bags. The close contact has him making a face that screams half surprise and half something else, but the other half gets masked when he walks ahead of him and gestures to the table in front of the couch. If it seems larger than before that is because it is. Slowly but surely, the room is starting to look less like a hospital and more like a home.
On one of the walls is a framed drawing of him that is an impressive likeness, another gift for Christmas. On the wall beside it? A shadow box full of pictures that bring him joy: the picture of Charlie and Lucifer (along with the feather), a picture of him and Nobunaga (he looks annoyed), the thank you polaroid that Alastor sent him (complete with creepy smiley faces), a shot of him and Greed clinking glasses together during a late night chat and the Christmas card he got from this place depicting Lucifer pre-Fall. He is a sentimental bastard.
It also has the sword brooch and coffee mug given to him by Ochako, a pair of sunglasses from Alastor, the hilariously dark reindeer tie given by Runa and the duck and letter opener Greed gave him. These are the first physical gifts he ever received from people, how could he put them in any place but one of honor? ]
I didn’t know what else you liked, I was erring on the side of caution. [ A pause, that would be a lie. ] .. And I may have forgotten to delete the options I changed my mind about. Now, are you going to be using utensils or your claws today? I need to know how many extra napkins I need to grab.
[ Because he likes him but he will still launch a homunculus into orbit if he wrecks his furniture. ]
Then I’ll make payments. You do take those, don’t you? Currency is currency. Small increments given weekly or monthly until you’re satisfied with the price. Will that suffice? Fortunately, whatever the price, I know that you won’t swindle me. That’s why I’m willing to pay it.
[ He doesn’t laugh outright but his mouth does quirk up at the corners. But he does get closer than necessary, dropping his voice to a murmur. It isn’t as if the walls have ears or this is some well-guarded secret but someone has to get a little payback for the weight behind that wicked smile he was given. ]
I wouldn’t try to fit you into an unfamiliar mold and you don’t have to hide your tail, I know what you’re thinking just by looking into your eyes. I hope you don’t try making a habit of that either. [ Satisfied, he draws away from him, fingers tracing him from shoulder to elbow as he slides around him. ]
Lute is Adam’s Lieutenant or was until his passing. It’s unlikely that she will take his place, she is a great fighter but all of the hate Adam had in him he passed onto her. Putting her in charge would likely lead to the same outcome, needlessly lost lives, and I imagine she will be looking for revenge. I had hoped to take her under my wing here and see if I could open her eyes to the truth, but we can’t always get what we want.
[ He lingers just out of reach, folding his arms across his chest. ] Exactly. Why do you think I’m going to be looking for volunteers? I’m confident enough in my skill set that I can teach and adequately demonstrate them to a willing class, but I know not everyone is comfortable with fighting. If I can offer them a wide range of choices they may be more willing to attend, or at least hear what I have to say. [ There is a slight challenge there when he looks back at him again. ] One day, if you’re willing, I won’t hold back and I’ll show you what I’m really capable of.
[ Two monsters in the guise of humans, it would be a hell of a time. He groans, his attention turning to the balcony. ] They already have wild ideas and questions thanks to my frequent wall-climbing houseguest. You really are a troublesome man, do you know that? You and your unique brand of fun.
[ This asshole, he immediately looks a little embarrassed over the food despite uttering a quiet thank you when he takes the bags. The close contact has him making a face that screams half surprise and half something else, but the other half gets masked when he walks ahead of him and gestures to the table in front of the couch. If it seems larger than before that is because it is. Slowly but surely, the room is starting to look less like a hospital and more like a home.
On one of the walls is a framed drawing of him that is an impressive likeness, another gift for Christmas. On the wall beside it? A shadow box full of pictures that bring him joy: the picture of Charlie and Lucifer (along with the feather), a picture of him and Nobunaga (he looks annoyed), the thank you polaroid that Alastor sent him (complete with creepy smiley faces), a shot of him and Greed clinking glasses together during a late night chat and the Christmas card he got from this place depicting Lucifer pre-Fall. He is a sentimental bastard.
It also has the sword brooch and coffee mug given to him by Ochako, a pair of sunglasses from Alastor, the hilariously dark reindeer tie given by Runa and the duck and letter opener Greed gave him. These are the first physical gifts he ever received from people, how could he put them in any place but one of honor? ]
I didn’t know what else you liked, I was erring on the side of caution. [ A pause, that would be a lie. ] .. And I may have forgotten to delete the options I changed my mind about. Now, are you going to be using utensils or your claws today? I need to know how many extra napkins I need to grab.
[ Because he likes him but he will still launch a homunculus into orbit if he wrecks his furniture. ]
oh i think ive heard of that but it was hundreds of years ago
so you were made huh? frankenstein style?
[The Sin knuckles his cigarette, letting a waft of smoke drift thin around his face. He watches another car pass by; its headlights like streaks of paint in the sleet.] Don't know about loving and losing, Blue Eyes. But you're wrong about one thing. I left them for a reason, remember? I wouldn't have been able to get what I wanted if I spent all that time hiding. There was nothing admirable about it.
[Running, though. He'd done that plenty. Running, avoiding, and making sure his tracks were thoroughly covered. But that's not a story for now, especially since he can practically hear Michael sobering up by the minute. Greed grips his sides.] Why wouldn't I? You're talking like I did you a favor or something.
[He slides his boot against the lip of the roof, sending another pile of ice tumbling down, down, down.] I wouldn't change what I did, if that makes you feel any better.
[Finally, he urges up a smile and a cloud of cold air fogs at his mouth.] Gunna make me confess to you now? If that's the case, we might be here for a while. But then again, guess we've got all the time in the world, don't we?
[The former homunculus goes quiet, listening to Michael's voice through he receiver. He can't see him, but he can almost picture it: the Archangel tucked into a corner with the busyness of the bar surrounding him, swaying like of living, breathing thing. He takes another drag off his cigarette before tossing it onto the roof.]
Everyone wants something they can't have. [He exhales.] I'm not excluded from that. You think I haven't wanted something that I shouldn't before? [Again, he can feel that core of his: how it tenses, trembles, and claws at the sides of his skull like a corned, feral cat.]
[Greed clicks his teeth together, and a thin gasp of smoke squeezes out of his mouth.] Tch. There's never been anything wrong with you, Blues. You say you were never meant to feel it, but that isn't true either. You made that clear the moment I met you. You wanted to protect the ones you cared about. It's the same thing. Might not be to you and yours, but that's still greed. Everyone from your world's just got the whole thing wrong -
[He levels his toes over the roof, shrugging his shoulders to no one.] You want me to say I regret it? I don't. [The Sin takes a moment to lift his heel and as the back of it slowly begins to grind his cigarette to dust, he focuses out on the city again. On the lights blinking back, and the sighs of heat gaping sleepily from a few, street-side vents.]
Then I guess we'll see it through together, won't we? [The tone of his voice is low, distant. Because for once? He's the one lost in his head.] But it doesn't have to be anything you don't want it to be. [Behind him, his tail whips out, gliding the steel of it lightly over the roof.]
Now, do me a favor, would ya? And go actually have some fun for once. I've have some things to finish up here, and you've got some catching up to do. Don't think Beetle isn't already ahead of you by a long shot. [Greed grins, turning his attention back on the phone.]
And since it's probably your first time, I'll come by later with a few things to take care of that hangover you're probably going to have after all this.
[Running, though. He'd done that plenty. Running, avoiding, and making sure his tracks were thoroughly covered. But that's not a story for now, especially since he can practically hear Michael sobering up by the minute. Greed grips his sides.] Why wouldn't I? You're talking like I did you a favor or something.
[He slides his boot against the lip of the roof, sending another pile of ice tumbling down, down, down.] I wouldn't change what I did, if that makes you feel any better.
[Finally, he urges up a smile and a cloud of cold air fogs at his mouth.] Gunna make me confess to you now? If that's the case, we might be here for a while. But then again, guess we've got all the time in the world, don't we?
[The former homunculus goes quiet, listening to Michael's voice through he receiver. He can't see him, but he can almost picture it: the Archangel tucked into a corner with the busyness of the bar surrounding him, swaying like of living, breathing thing. He takes another drag off his cigarette before tossing it onto the roof.]
Everyone wants something they can't have. [He exhales.] I'm not excluded from that. You think I haven't wanted something that I shouldn't before? [Again, he can feel that core of his: how it tenses, trembles, and claws at the sides of his skull like a corned, feral cat.]
[Greed clicks his teeth together, and a thin gasp of smoke squeezes out of his mouth.] Tch. There's never been anything wrong with you, Blues. You say you were never meant to feel it, but that isn't true either. You made that clear the moment I met you. You wanted to protect the ones you cared about. It's the same thing. Might not be to you and yours, but that's still greed. Everyone from your world's just got the whole thing wrong -
[He levels his toes over the roof, shrugging his shoulders to no one.] You want me to say I regret it? I don't. [The Sin takes a moment to lift his heel and as the back of it slowly begins to grind his cigarette to dust, he focuses out on the city again. On the lights blinking back, and the sighs of heat gaping sleepily from a few, street-side vents.]
Then I guess we'll see it through together, won't we? [The tone of his voice is low, distant. Because for once? He's the one lost in his head.] But it doesn't have to be anything you don't want it to be. [Behind him, his tail whips out, gliding the steel of it lightly over the roof.]
Now, do me a favor, would ya? And go actually have some fun for once. I've have some things to finish up here, and you've got some catching up to do. Don't think Beetle isn't already ahead of you by a long shot. [Greed grins, turning his attention back on the phone.]
And since it's probably your first time, I'll come by later with a few things to take care of that hangover you're probably going to have after all this.
have you now? eh. doesnt really matter. point is i wasnt born like most
not sure what a frankenstein is but it wasnt like i was pieced together showman. i'm a homunculus. a person that isnt really a person
not sure what a frankenstein is but it wasnt like i was pieced together showman. i'm a homunculus. a person that isnt really a person
oh i get it!! nice! except for the person part. you're totally a person.
Considering I attacked and tried to kill you in the same week? I'd be willing to call that above and beyond a favor, you should've turned heel and walked away when you saw me up there. Before I knew you, had I come across the scene, I'm not sure I would have been as generous.
[ No, even when he was the most disappointed in humanity, he still would have reached his hand out to them whether they asked for his help or not. Does that make him a pushover? Maybe, but he can't change what he is. He will always be there in someone's greatest time of need and not because of some role given to him in life. He takes pride in what he does, and it gives him purpose. ]
I think you've already confessed enough to me, I'll let you keep some of your secrets out of the goodness of my heart. [ A gentle tease. ] If you told me everything in one sitting, what else would do for the rest of the night? My stories pale in comparison, I'm afraid, and you know more of them than most. [ Than anyone actually but that fact is obvious, Greed knows how much he appreciates his privacy. ]
Except neither one of us has a soul to bargain with, only a core with enough energy to power a network. When they are judged to be damned, they have the opportunity for redemption. What do we lose, Greed, if we're judged the same? [ He sounds so far away despite the proximity of his mouth to the receiver. He's given this thought. ] What you've wanted, would you have been willing to give up all that you are for it? Would the price be worth it?
[ There is always a price and very rarely is it ever a fair one across the board. He weighs the words he says to him carefully, letting the phone fall down to his side for a moment. His mouth feels dry all of the sudden, eyes scanning the lights above him as they dance between various colors. When he lifts the phone back up, he sounds unsure. ] I don't know what I want you to say, and that part terrifies me. Of course we have it wrong, look at the representation.
[ .. pfft. No, he isn't wrong at all. ]
You wouldn't be getting lost in your head over there, would you? I hear that's frowned upon here. [ He had to, he really did. Months of getting told to stop doing that have bubbled up to the surface, he can hardly be blamed for being a little cheeky. ] Ugh. That man could drink an Olympic-sized swimming pool full of these drinks and still be able to function, I'm convinced he is cheating somehow. Very well, I will, thank you.
[ The offer is touching and while he would rather play up the I'm fine card, he knows better. Whether he gives the green light or not, that door is going to open up at some point tonight and Saint Avaricious is going to make an unscheduled pitstop. ]
Probably? You know it is. I'd tell you not to worry about it, but I feel like I have no say in the matter and I'm sure I'll thank you for it in the morning. Thank you in advance just in case I'm not able to tell you later.
[ No, even when he was the most disappointed in humanity, he still would have reached his hand out to them whether they asked for his help or not. Does that make him a pushover? Maybe, but he can't change what he is. He will always be there in someone's greatest time of need and not because of some role given to him in life. He takes pride in what he does, and it gives him purpose. ]
I think you've already confessed enough to me, I'll let you keep some of your secrets out of the goodness of my heart. [ A gentle tease. ] If you told me everything in one sitting, what else would do for the rest of the night? My stories pale in comparison, I'm afraid, and you know more of them than most. [ Than anyone actually but that fact is obvious, Greed knows how much he appreciates his privacy. ]
Except neither one of us has a soul to bargain with, only a core with enough energy to power a network. When they are judged to be damned, they have the opportunity for redemption. What do we lose, Greed, if we're judged the same? [ He sounds so far away despite the proximity of his mouth to the receiver. He's given this thought. ] What you've wanted, would you have been willing to give up all that you are for it? Would the price be worth it?
[ There is always a price and very rarely is it ever a fair one across the board. He weighs the words he says to him carefully, letting the phone fall down to his side for a moment. His mouth feels dry all of the sudden, eyes scanning the lights above him as they dance between various colors. When he lifts the phone back up, he sounds unsure. ] I don't know what I want you to say, and that part terrifies me. Of course we have it wrong, look at the representation.
[ .. pfft. No, he isn't wrong at all. ]
You wouldn't be getting lost in your head over there, would you? I hear that's frowned upon here. [ He had to, he really did. Months of getting told to stop doing that have bubbled up to the surface, he can hardly be blamed for being a little cheeky. ] Ugh. That man could drink an Olympic-sized swimming pool full of these drinks and still be able to function, I'm convinced he is cheating somehow. Very well, I will, thank you.
[ The offer is touching and while he would rather play up the I'm fine card, he knows better. Whether he gives the green light or not, that door is going to open up at some point tonight and Saint Avaricious is going to make an unscheduled pitstop. ]
Probably? You know it is. I'd tell you not to worry about it, but I feel like I have no say in the matter and I'm sure I'll thank you for it in the morning. Thank you in advance just in case I'm not able to tell you later.
? its not a bad thing if thats what youre thinking. we're artificial beetle. eh
youre a ghost right ? i mean before here. think of it like this. we dont have a soul of our own. none of us do. thats what it means to be a homunculus
youre a ghost right ? i mean before here. think of it like this. we dont have a soul of our own. none of us do. thats what it means to be a homunculus
[With the bags tangled in his claws, the Sin gently presses his toe at the lip of the door to make sure it's firmly shut in place.] You're talking like I'll ever be satisfied. [He teases as he slowly turns away and back towards the kitchen. The plastic handles strain between his fingers, and the former homunculus shifts one or two of them to redistribute the weight.] But sure, fine. Figure out exactly what you need, and we'll work something out.
[A look (cocky and full of himself) eases on his face.] Putting a lot of faith in someone like me. Who says I wouldn't swindle you? [He wouldn't. They both know better by this point.] And if you already know what I'm thinking, then you shouldn't be surprised when I tell you that it won't be cheap.
[Greed crosses through the kitchen, his tail wandering behind him like a fishtail made of thorns. The new decorations on the wall immediately grab his attention. Had this been anyone else's room, he probably wouldn't have even noticed. But Michael, his has always been barren, hasn't it? Anything that wasn't completely necessary either didn't stay long or was never there in the first place. And as his eyes drift over the photographs (of Lucifer and his kid, of Oda probably causing the man his fair share of headaches, of Alastor with his pleasant, daring smile, of him, him and Michael, clicking glasses over something he barely remembers), the former homunculus is so distracted that he slams his shin into the new coffee table, earning a quick, raspy hiss.]
[He shakes it off by dropping two of the bags down on the corner of it.] Tch. Told you before that I'd always keep you on your toes, Blue Eyes. [Greed shoves the food out of the way to set the other two bags dangerously close to the table's sharp-lipped edge. He turns his head up, catching Michael's painted likeness.] You asking me if I'm willing is like asking me if I want something. I've told you to never hold back with me. And there's a few things you should know how to deal with, anyway.
[Like how to take care of a homunculus if it ever comes to it.]
[But he doesn't say that. That's a conversation for another time, when Michael's shown him everything he's got, and he'll be the right monster for the job. The Sin's attention silently bounces between the rest of the objects hung on the wall. Sentimental. Despite how hard Michael may try to come across as otherwise, he's sentimental. And maybe, that's something they share in common. Where they'll never say it, never admit it, but it's all so plain to see.]
[Greed scoffs and shrugs his shoulders as he winds around the other side of the coffee table.] You've never fought something like me, and I've never dealt with something like you. Not fully, anyway. [He shows off a hint of his teeth as he presses his head lazily into his shoulder.] So I hope you realize what you're asking for. Not that I think I'll be able to do much to you, but don't expect me to go easy on ya just because I like you.
[It comes out before he means to, and the Sin quickly waves his hand in the air to dismiss the idea. Thankfully, the Archangel does him the favor, if only by changing the subject. Greed takes a seat on the other side of the couch. He folds one leg over the other and as the small of his back sinks into the cushions, he pins two of his elbows behind him, leaving his claws to dangle at his sides.] Ehh, I might not be Gluttony, but I'm not exactly picky, Blues. [He almost sets his boot on the table, but quickly stops himself partway through. No, that's a sure-fire way to earn himself a one-way ticket right off the balcony, no matter how many times Michael never makes good on the threat.]
[So instead, he stretches out his leg, grinding his heel lightly into the floor.] I can eat with a fork y'know. [The former homunculus bounces his foot. Since when did he care about how he ate in front of anyone?] Just makes it easier this way. [To clarify, he spins his wrist and all five of his fingers fan open; their crooked nails, as smooth as a black, filed-point fork.]
[Greed lets his wrist fall limp.] But if it's gunna be a problem, we'll do it your way this time. [The look he shoots over his shoulder may be sarcastic, but there's something else there too. Something warm, something accepting, and as the former homunculus reaches for the bag, he drops his leg off his knee.] Usually these places pack some anyway. [He starts as he begins to dig through the plastic.] And it would be a waste if we didn't use 'em, right?
[Is it a good save? Probably not. But it's as good enough as any.]
[A look (cocky and full of himself) eases on his face.] Putting a lot of faith in someone like me. Who says I wouldn't swindle you? [He wouldn't. They both know better by this point.] And if you already know what I'm thinking, then you shouldn't be surprised when I tell you that it won't be cheap.
[Greed crosses through the kitchen, his tail wandering behind him like a fishtail made of thorns. The new decorations on the wall immediately grab his attention. Had this been anyone else's room, he probably wouldn't have even noticed. But Michael, his has always been barren, hasn't it? Anything that wasn't completely necessary either didn't stay long or was never there in the first place. And as his eyes drift over the photographs (of Lucifer and his kid, of Oda probably causing the man his fair share of headaches, of Alastor with his pleasant, daring smile, of him, him and Michael, clicking glasses over something he barely remembers), the former homunculus is so distracted that he slams his shin into the new coffee table, earning a quick, raspy hiss.]
[He shakes it off by dropping two of the bags down on the corner of it.] Tch. Told you before that I'd always keep you on your toes, Blue Eyes. [Greed shoves the food out of the way to set the other two bags dangerously close to the table's sharp-lipped edge. He turns his head up, catching Michael's painted likeness.] You asking me if I'm willing is like asking me if I want something. I've told you to never hold back with me. And there's a few things you should know how to deal with, anyway.
[Like how to take care of a homunculus if it ever comes to it.]
[But he doesn't say that. That's a conversation for another time, when Michael's shown him everything he's got, and he'll be the right monster for the job. The Sin's attention silently bounces between the rest of the objects hung on the wall. Sentimental. Despite how hard Michael may try to come across as otherwise, he's sentimental. And maybe, that's something they share in common. Where they'll never say it, never admit it, but it's all so plain to see.]
[Greed scoffs and shrugs his shoulders as he winds around the other side of the coffee table.] You've never fought something like me, and I've never dealt with something like you. Not fully, anyway. [He shows off a hint of his teeth as he presses his head lazily into his shoulder.] So I hope you realize what you're asking for. Not that I think I'll be able to do much to you, but don't expect me to go easy on ya just because I like you.
[It comes out before he means to, and the Sin quickly waves his hand in the air to dismiss the idea. Thankfully, the Archangel does him the favor, if only by changing the subject. Greed takes a seat on the other side of the couch. He folds one leg over the other and as the small of his back sinks into the cushions, he pins two of his elbows behind him, leaving his claws to dangle at his sides.] Ehh, I might not be Gluttony, but I'm not exactly picky, Blues. [He almost sets his boot on the table, but quickly stops himself partway through. No, that's a sure-fire way to earn himself a one-way ticket right off the balcony, no matter how many times Michael never makes good on the threat.]
[So instead, he stretches out his leg, grinding his heel lightly into the floor.] I can eat with a fork y'know. [The former homunculus bounces his foot. Since when did he care about how he ate in front of anyone?] Just makes it easier this way. [To clarify, he spins his wrist and all five of his fingers fan open; their crooked nails, as smooth as a black, filed-point fork.]
[Greed lets his wrist fall limp.] But if it's gunna be a problem, we'll do it your way this time. [The look he shoots over his shoulder may be sarcastic, but there's something else there too. Something warm, something accepting, and as the former homunculus reaches for the bag, he drops his leg off his knee.] Usually these places pack some anyway. [He starts as he begins to dig through the plastic.] And it would be a waste if we didn't use 'em, right?
[Is it a good save? Probably not. But it's as good enough as any.]
Tried. [Greed corrects, the snap of his tongue as quick as ever.] But you didn't. Anyway, there's no pointing in thinking about it. What's done is already done, Blue Eyes.
[Something pats out of earshot and while it is soft, there's no mistaking the ptt, ptt, ptt of paws as they tap against aluminum, causing an echo to beat inside the case like a drum. Greed presses his lips together. He blindly reaches one of his hands down to give Kamora a scritch.] Would you now? And out of the goodness of your heart, huh? [He flicks his eyes to the side, catching the cat's loathsome stare as she tries her very best to keep up her menacing appearance.]
[No one can resist his claws. Not even Kamora herself.]
Wouldn't say that. You've got a lot more years behind you than I do. [200 is nothing compared to 10,000 or more. The Sin guides his thumb around Kam's ear to press it softly between the pads of his fingers. When Michael continues, he slowly drops his hand away to hook two of his claws into the hem of his pants.]
You're asking me something I don't have an answer to. [He doesn't have to look to know. Kamora is already pinning him down with all three of her eyes.] You can't judge something that should have never - [The Sin shrugs his shoulders, letting the rest of the thought roll off his back. No, Michael is supposed to be out there, having fun, enjoying life. There's no need to go down that road if they don't have to.]
Now, that depends on what it was, doesn't it? [His smile splits, and another slop of ice tumbles from the rooftop.] There's always going to be a cost, Blue Eyes. As for whether it was worth it or not - [The forks of his tongue feel out the smooth parts of his teeth. However, it doesn't take him long to answer.] - yeah, it had been worth it.
[Giving up all that he was, giving up his own, long-standing rule. It had been worth it. Even if he meant he had to look a man in the eye with a wide smile and lie straight to his face.]
[The former homunculus curls his finger to press his nail into the leather of his pants.] Then I won't say anything. Like I said, it doesn't have to be something you don't want it to be. Keep it simple. [Keep it simple, he says, like it isn't already so, god damn complicated already.]
[When Michael calls him out, the Sin clicks his jaws together and the length of his tail buzzes behind him; its trill as gentle as a small, shaken bell.] Using my own words against me now, you little pissant? [Walking away from the ledge, Greed lets out a sharp whistle.] Well, he is a ghost, y'know. Might be he can handle it a lot differently than you. I can't get drunk myself, so it wouldn't be all that surprising if it's the same with him.
[Kamora at his heels, Greed heads towards fire escape.] You've always got a choice, Blues. Just depends on whether or not I actually give a shit. [Which he does, and he'd be lying if he said otherwise.] But don't mention it. Not like I've got anything else to do tomorrow morning, anyway.
[What he doesn't say is that there are plenty of other things he could be doing, and plenty of other people he could be doing them with. But he doesn't plan to.]
[No, after last call is done and the bar is closed, he's got only one destination in mind.]
[Something pats out of earshot and while it is soft, there's no mistaking the ptt, ptt, ptt of paws as they tap against aluminum, causing an echo to beat inside the case like a drum. Greed presses his lips together. He blindly reaches one of his hands down to give Kamora a scritch.] Would you now? And out of the goodness of your heart, huh? [He flicks his eyes to the side, catching the cat's loathsome stare as she tries her very best to keep up her menacing appearance.]
[No one can resist his claws. Not even Kamora herself.]
Wouldn't say that. You've got a lot more years behind you than I do. [200 is nothing compared to 10,000 or more. The Sin guides his thumb around Kam's ear to press it softly between the pads of his fingers. When Michael continues, he slowly drops his hand away to hook two of his claws into the hem of his pants.]
You're asking me something I don't have an answer to. [He doesn't have to look to know. Kamora is already pinning him down with all three of her eyes.] You can't judge something that should have never - [The Sin shrugs his shoulders, letting the rest of the thought roll off his back. No, Michael is supposed to be out there, having fun, enjoying life. There's no need to go down that road if they don't have to.]
Now, that depends on what it was, doesn't it? [His smile splits, and another slop of ice tumbles from the rooftop.] There's always going to be a cost, Blue Eyes. As for whether it was worth it or not - [The forks of his tongue feel out the smooth parts of his teeth. However, it doesn't take him long to answer.] - yeah, it had been worth it.
[Giving up all that he was, giving up his own, long-standing rule. It had been worth it. Even if he meant he had to look a man in the eye with a wide smile and lie straight to his face.]
[The former homunculus curls his finger to press his nail into the leather of his pants.] Then I won't say anything. Like I said, it doesn't have to be something you don't want it to be. Keep it simple. [Keep it simple, he says, like it isn't already so, god damn complicated already.]
[When Michael calls him out, the Sin clicks his jaws together and the length of his tail buzzes behind him; its trill as gentle as a small, shaken bell.] Using my own words against me now, you little pissant? [Walking away from the ledge, Greed lets out a sharp whistle.] Well, he is a ghost, y'know. Might be he can handle it a lot differently than you. I can't get drunk myself, so it wouldn't be all that surprising if it's the same with him.
[Kamora at his heels, Greed heads towards fire escape.] You've always got a choice, Blues. Just depends on whether or not I actually give a shit. [Which he does, and he'd be lying if he said otherwise.] But don't mention it. Not like I've got anything else to do tomorrow morning, anyway.
[What he doesn't say is that there are plenty of other things he could be doing, and plenty of other people he could be doing them with. But he doesn't plan to.]
[No, after last call is done and the bar is closed, he's got only one destination in mind.]
[All the while, the Sin tilts into the touch. It isn't something intimate (least not the kind he's familiar with), but the jaguar part of him: it likes it. The feeling of Maurice's nails on his scalp, the sensation of his fingers burying themselves deep in his fur. Greed lets a deep, barrel-bottom chuff flare in his nose; the pitch of it echoing like a bass, thrumming in his chest.]
[When Maurice pulls away, the former homunculus rolls his head, causing one or two of his bones to crack.] Hmn? [He shakes himself out of his momentary stupor as he slowly straightens his back.]
Yeah, like a job. [He turns up the corner of his lip.] And it wouldn't be much. Mostly making sure we have enough stock when we open. That, and taking care of the occasional drop off. [Greed rubs the back of his neck. It may not have been his intent, but the way Maurice had stroked him: it leaves the bristles of his coat standing on end. The look of them more similar to the aftermath of a well-placed, statically charged balloon.]
[He flattens the fur under his palm, gliding it down smooth and slick.] Think about it. [The Sin taps the napkin twice with the tip of his nail. Tck, tck.] Doesn't have to be now. But consider it, would ya?
Got some things to do, but in the meantime, feel free to stick around. [The former homunculus gradually pulls away from the counter. Being as tall as he is now, he shuffles a bit on the balls of his feet, narrowly avoiding the prep station behind him the process. Eventually though (and with a little more effort than usual), he makes his way down the line of the bar. And with one hand raised high, the Sin flicks his wrist; his sendoff, quick and casual.]
Enjoy the drink, 'Rice.
[When Maurice pulls away, the former homunculus rolls his head, causing one or two of his bones to crack.] Hmn? [He shakes himself out of his momentary stupor as he slowly straightens his back.]
Yeah, like a job. [He turns up the corner of his lip.] And it wouldn't be much. Mostly making sure we have enough stock when we open. That, and taking care of the occasional drop off. [Greed rubs the back of his neck. It may not have been his intent, but the way Maurice had stroked him: it leaves the bristles of his coat standing on end. The look of them more similar to the aftermath of a well-placed, statically charged balloon.]
[He flattens the fur under his palm, gliding it down smooth and slick.] Think about it. [The Sin taps the napkin twice with the tip of his nail. Tck, tck.] Doesn't have to be now. But consider it, would ya?
Got some things to do, but in the meantime, feel free to stick around. [The former homunculus gradually pulls away from the counter. Being as tall as he is now, he shuffles a bit on the balls of his feet, narrowly avoiding the prep station behind him the process. Eventually though (and with a little more effort than usual), he makes his way down the line of the bar. And with one hand raised high, the Sin flicks his wrist; his sendoff, quick and casual.]
Enjoy the drink, 'Rice.
oh i guess so! i dont have a soul either lol
fine fine i was just making sure you weren't feeling down on yourself because i wont stand for that no sir
fine fine i was just making sure you weren't feeling down on yourself because i wont stand for that no sir
? down on my
[Oh, and if that's not the funniest thing he's ever heard. Him? Down on himself? Greed shoves his elbow into a wall nearby and the boom of his laugh echoes down the hall.]
couldnt be down on myself even if i wanted to. little too selfish for that. besides what would i be down for ? might not have a soul of my own but that doesnt mean very much
? you dont ? thought being a ghost and all youd have one but ive been wrong before
[Oh, and if that's not the funniest thing he's ever heard. Him? Down on himself? Greed shoves his elbow into a wall nearby and the boom of his laugh echoes down the hall.]
couldnt be down on myself even if i wanted to. little too selfish for that. besides what would i be down for ? might not have a soul of my own but that doesnt mean very much
? you dont ? thought being a ghost and all youd have one but ive been wrong before
technically im a demon. demons. ghosts. wolves. coyotes. its not important!
no its not. demon ghost never mattred to me what you are beetle. too many people get caught up on that and ive said it before. to me? its all good
eh nevermind. guess i should see what the rest of these springs do shouldnt i? let the accountant know we'll be openin late tonight would ya?
eh nevermind. guess i should see what the rest of these springs do shouldnt i? let the accountant know we'll be openin late tonight would ya?
bit ominous threre blue eyes but sure.
whats the favor ?
whats the favor ?
you say that but its not evryday you ask me for something
? your wings ? why would you need help with those ? not that i wont but sounnds like this is more thann just gettin your feathers rustled
? your wings ? why would you need help with those ? not that i wont but sounnds like this is more thann just gettin your feathers rustled
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yuou could. but where would be the fun in that ? i'm kiddin with you blue eyes. dont always have to take things so seriously yknow
your what ? never mind. dont have to give me the details. just tell me what i need to do
guessing you wanna meet upstairs then
your what ? never mind. dont have to give me the details. just tell me what i need to do
guessing you wanna meet upstairs then
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I usually do this myself, I don’t enjoy having my wings touched so I wouldn’t ask unless it was an issue. You know me better than most, I take everything seriously.
Scapular feathers, they are located at the base of my wings. Anything out of place tends to disturb my ability to fly. If I had to liken it to something it feels like an itch that I can’t quite scratch. All you have to do is pluck a few feathers.
I can come to you, my legs work just fine.
Scapular feathers, they are located at the base of my wings. Anything out of place tends to disturb my ability to fly. If I had to liken it to something it feels like an itch that I can’t quite scratch. All you have to do is pluck a few feathers.
I can come to you, my legs work just fine.
yeah you do. no point in arguing with you is there ? and eh. dont worry about it. not like i havent touched them before. ill be a bit more mindful this time
oh i can do a lot more than that. but i dont have to tell you do i? i'm still messing with you by the way. so dont get your feathers more ruffled than they already are
[It doesn't come through the text, but that grin of his. Oh, is it beaming. Beaming and pleased, because he could say something about his legs working just fine now. But for the time being, he saves it.]
its fine. we don't open for another few hours anyway. besides i've been meaning to talk to you about something. well someone actually. there's a kid upstairs. might need you to keep an eye on her when i cant
oh i can do a lot more than that. but i dont have to tell you do i? i'm still messing with you by the way. so dont get your feathers more ruffled than they already are
[It doesn't come through the text, but that grin of his. Oh, is it beaming. Beaming and pleased, because he could say something about his legs working just fine now. But for the time being, he saves it.]
its fine. we don't open for another few hours anyway. besides i've been meaning to talk to you about something. well someone actually. there's a kid upstairs. might need you to keep an eye on her when i cant
You’re free to but I tend to be stubborn in my ways. I would appreciate that, my back is a little tender.
[ He walks right into it every time. ]
You are insufferable. No, I don’t think an explanation is necessary. I’m well aware of what you can do.
Someone you’ve taken a shine to? Tell me about her when I get there, I’m almost done with my paperwork. I can be there in ten minutes. Oh, and Greed?
Thank you, and sorry for the imposition. [ Thankfully he can’t see the smile on his end. Don’t tease him on the network. ]
[ He walks right into it every time. ]
You are insufferable. No, I don’t think an explanation is necessary. I’m well aware of what you can do.
Someone you’ve taken a shine to? Tell me about her when I get there, I’m almost done with my paperwork. I can be there in ten minutes. Oh, and Greed?
Thank you, and sorry for the imposition. [ Thankfully he can’t see the smile on his end. Don’t tease him on the network. ]
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