hey hey cant blame me this time. wasnt me behind the bar feathers
[Greed turns, sliding his heel from the door to let it shut behind him. The lock clicks into place and once again, the air outside cuts itself short, leaving only the dank humidity of liquor and sweat.]
yeah got a lot to do dont yu? suppose thats a start. finally seeing the point ? [He follows the wall and his heels quietly snap off the floor under the noise of the bar. The Sin snorts out a short laugh from his nose, and the corner of his mouth lifts silently in the dark.]
you know better. i never cheat [And he's about to finish that thought, but then the video loads and as the former homunculus presses play, he finds himself stopping part way down the hall.]
[Whatever may be happening beyond him doesn't matter. People pass him by (shadows of people with their faces blurred in neon and their conversations muddled together like mud). And yet, the Sin remains still. Even as a gaggle nearly topples through the doorframe (their laughter, careless and carefree), he's still.]
["My past has tasted bitter for years now."]
[He feels his shoulder touch the wall as he ties his ankles together, forcing him at a low lean.]
["Grace is just weakness."]
[Is it?]
["I'll be good, I'll be good - "]
[Hasn't he always been? Hasn't he always been good? Been righteous? He doesn't notice his tail is already going. Not with bitterness or with anger, but with that solemn, unknown in-between. Where words aren't worth shit, and anything he could say wouldn't make a damn difference.]
[Choices, right? They always have their consequences.]
[Without thinking about it, Greed elbows open a supply closet.] didnt know you were such a singr blue eyes [One of his hands grabs a switch, and the light tryingly flutters.] yeah bit of a morning person arent you? just keep in mind what i told ya. you might feell it a whole lot more tomorrw
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[Greed turns, sliding his heel from the door to let it shut behind him. The lock clicks into place and once again, the air outside cuts itself short, leaving only the dank humidity of liquor and sweat.]
yeah got a lot to do dont yu? suppose thats a start. finally seeing the point ? [He follows the wall and his heels quietly snap off the floor under the noise of the bar. The Sin snorts out a short laugh from his nose, and the corner of his mouth lifts silently in the dark.]
you know better. i never cheat [And he's about to finish that thought, but then the video loads and as the former homunculus presses play, he finds himself stopping part way down the hall.]
[Whatever may be happening beyond him doesn't matter. People pass him by (shadows of people with their faces blurred in neon and their conversations muddled together like mud). And yet, the Sin remains still. Even as a gaggle nearly topples through the doorframe (their laughter, careless and carefree), he's still.]
["My past has tasted bitter for years now."]
[He feels his shoulder touch the wall as he ties his ankles together, forcing him at a low lean.]
["Grace is just weakness."]
[Is it?]
["I'll be good, I'll be good - "]
[Hasn't he always been? Hasn't he always been good? Been righteous? He doesn't notice his tail is already going. Not with bitterness or with anger, but with that solemn, unknown in-between. Where words aren't worth shit, and anything he could say wouldn't make a damn difference.]
[Choices, right? They always have their consequences.]
[Without thinking about it, Greed elbows open a supply closet.] didnt know you were such a singr blue eyes [One of his hands grabs a switch, and the light tryingly flutters.] yeah bit of a morning person arent you? just keep in mind what i told ya. you might feell it a whole lot more tomorrw
you gunna be all right getting yourself home?