[ Michael catches himself staring a little too long and coughs in an effort to cover his tracks. This terrible, he is trying too hard to keep himself from doing something foolish when there is no need. He flat out told him that he doesn’t care which should be a blessing, but it only seems to compound his anxiety.
Finally: ] Touché.
Perish the thought, I know who I’m dealing with. Whatever your price, I will pay it. It’s worth every penny if it means everyone has a better understanding of how to defend themselves. Heaven or Hell, it doesn’t matter where they come from. If they are willing to learn, I am willing to teach them everything I know.
[ Putting on one of his more knowing smiles, he walks over and proceeds to circle Greed, reaching out to check the lines of the suit. His tail only makes those noises in certain instances. ] A suit that was practically tailor-made for you, plucked unknowingly off of a shelf. What a fortunate find. If you’re able to find more of these suits, you should grab them — even if I know you dislike the sleeves.
[ He shrugs his shoulders about the food, briefly pursing his lips. ] I remembered you were partial to the spicy noodles, so I purchased two of those. Everything else came highly recommended by a few other residents so, if you do dislike anything, I can’t take the full blame.
Busy? That’s certainly an understatement, I’ve written so much that I feel like my arm is going to fall off. I volunteered to help Lute when she was still here, so I’m expanding on her idea. I know some people won’t want to delve into serious training, so I want to offer self-defense and other options. They don’t have to be a novice.
[ There it is, the million dollar question. Again, he traces out the visible part of his scars. ] I’m worried that it’s been too quiet lately, I think we’re long overdue for another perilous ordeal. I’m not omniscient however, so I suppose I’m just basing all of this on a gut feeling. Do you think I’m overreacting? [ He eyes the slanted paper and tries to ignore it, though he eventually reaches over to straighten it out again. ]
One day someone is going to push you off of the balcony. You saying that makes me want to test my knowledge and see if I can disprove your claim. [ When Greed extends his arms, Michael’s hands jolt out to protect a stack of paperwork within tipping distance. He never comes close enough to disturb it but he does tap a finger against his chest regardless. ] If you knock over my paperwork, I will be the one throwing you off the balcony. That’s three days of work, I’ve filed the rest away.
Be that as it may— [ He reaches out to adjust the sunglasses when he notices they’ve gone crooked. ] —fun can quickly turn into something else. Be mindful of where you’re sneaking. [ This insufferable man, why does he like him again? He rolls his eyes and groans at the wink before putting his finger to his lips to shut him up.
He looks like he wants to say something but the doorbell rings, causing him to draw away and turn on a heel to start for the door. ] Don’t destroy anything while I’m gone, please. [ But it takes less than thirty seconds for Michael to call back to him, sounding more than a little anxious. ]
Greed? [ When he reappears, he has no less than four full bags of food clumsily hanging from his arms. Three meals per bag, he will never admit that he didn’t check the order twice or even see what he was paying for it. So, now they have more than half of the menu to choose from between appetizers, soup and entrees. ]
guess who can’t sleep again
Finally: ] Touché.
Perish the thought, I know who I’m dealing with. Whatever your price, I will pay it. It’s worth every penny if it means everyone has a better understanding of how to defend themselves. Heaven or Hell, it doesn’t matter where they come from. If they are willing to learn, I am willing to teach them everything I know.
[ Putting on one of his more knowing smiles, he walks over and proceeds to circle Greed, reaching out to check the lines of the suit. His tail only makes those noises in certain instances. ] A suit that was practically tailor-made for you, plucked unknowingly off of a shelf. What a fortunate find. If you’re able to find more of these suits, you should grab them — even if I know you dislike the sleeves.
[ He shrugs his shoulders about the food, briefly pursing his lips. ] I remembered you were partial to the spicy noodles, so I purchased two of those. Everything else came highly recommended by a few other residents so, if you do dislike anything, I can’t take the full blame.
Busy? That’s certainly an understatement, I’ve written so much that I feel like my arm is going to fall off. I volunteered to help Lute when she was still here, so I’m expanding on her idea. I know some people won’t want to delve into serious training, so I want to offer self-defense and other options. They don’t have to be a novice.
[ There it is, the million dollar question. Again, he traces out the visible part of his scars. ] I’m worried that it’s been too quiet lately, I think we’re long overdue for another perilous ordeal. I’m not omniscient however, so I suppose I’m just basing all of this on a gut feeling. Do you think I’m overreacting? [ He eyes the slanted paper and tries to ignore it, though he eventually reaches over to straighten it out again. ]
One day someone is going to push you off of the balcony. You saying that makes me want to test my knowledge and see if I can disprove your claim. [ When Greed extends his arms, Michael’s hands jolt out to protect a stack of paperwork within tipping distance. He never comes close enough to disturb it but he does tap a finger against his chest regardless. ] If you knock over my paperwork, I will be the one throwing you off the balcony. That’s three days of work, I’ve filed the rest away.
Be that as it may— [ He reaches out to adjust the sunglasses when he notices they’ve gone crooked. ] —fun can quickly turn into something else. Be mindful of where you’re sneaking. [ This insufferable man, why does he like him again? He rolls his eyes and groans at the wink before putting his finger to his lips to shut him up.
He looks like he wants to say something but the doorbell rings, causing him to draw away and turn on a heel to start for the door. ] Don’t destroy anything while I’m gone, please. [ But it takes less than thirty seconds for Michael to call back to him, sounding more than a little anxious. ]
Greed? [ When he reappears, he has no less than four full bags of food clumsily hanging from his arms. Three meals per bag, he will never admit that he didn’t check the order twice or even see what he was paying for it. So, now they have more than half of the menu to choose from between appetizers, soup and entrees. ]
I really hope you’re hungry.