[Velvet lets Greed pry her hands away by the wrists, staring him down with such a pout. But then she breathes out another sigh, and lets it go.
She was afraid, and now she isn't. Everything is fine, and this person who has become important to her isn't looking at her with that cold look anymore, isn't on the floor— god he is still covered in blood, though, and as Velvet looks at her hands she realizes— yeah, yeah, so is she. Gross.]
...You're lucky it's a good face.
[She tilts her head up, not exactly smug, but putting back on her metaphorical princess crown, which is in no way also a convenient means of not looking at Greed's smile and being cowed by his laughter. She's still definitely offended, after all, just look at her.]
And since you were so worried about me, then I can leave the cleanup to you.
[She wiggles her fingers at him, still in his grasp. Velvet is definitely absolutely implying she means to make him also wash blood off her hands.
Her dignified act only carries so far, though, as her voice gets just a little meeker when she adds;]
....And you don't have to worry so much. 'Cos I can do it.
I can do whatever needs to be done.
[With her head tilted imploringly, her eyes the softest they've been for him, a rare sight of softness at all—]
Nothing is taking me out of your plans.
[The corner of her mouth lifts, her little minky ear twitches— and she takes one hand away from him to boop his nose with a paw pad and leave a little red smear.]
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She was afraid, and now she isn't. Everything is fine, and this person who has become important to her isn't looking at her with that cold look anymore, isn't on the floor— god he is still covered in blood, though, and as Velvet looks at her hands she realizes— yeah, yeah, so is she. Gross.]
...You're lucky it's a good face.
[She tilts her head up, not exactly smug, but putting back on her metaphorical princess crown, which is in no way also a convenient means of not looking at Greed's smile and being cowed by his laughter. She's still definitely offended, after all, just look at her.]
And since you were so worried about me, then I can leave the cleanup to you.
[She wiggles her fingers at him, still in his grasp. Velvet is definitely absolutely implying she means to make him also wash blood off her hands.
Her dignified act only carries so far, though, as her voice gets just a little meeker when she adds;]
....And you don't have to worry so much. 'Cos I can do it.
I can do whatever needs to be done.
[With her head tilted imploringly, her eyes the softest they've been for him, a rare sight of softness at all—]
Nothing is taking me out of your plans.
[The corner of her mouth lifts, her little minky ear twitches— and she takes one hand away from him to boop his nose with a paw pad and leave a little red smear.]