some of them maybe but the othrs came from home. what you dont think i was the only bartender in amestris did you?
[He taps the light a couple of times.]
gunna have to get used to it. and sure mayube once or twice. but i dont usually sleep unless i have to [Greed nips at his lip when the bulb blinks again.] and you wuldnt wanna know about the other times
[The Sin's got a new bulb in hand and the old one in his mouth when he feels the phone buzz against his leg. He slaps it once on his thigh before shoving it between his ear and his shoulder.]
Now that depends. And we wouldn't be walking. [The points of his teeth clink against the lightbulb's aluminum cap.] I don't know, Blues. It suits ya.
[And y'know, he's almost got it. The light's mostly screwed in, and he's merely seconds away from winding it tight. But then Michael has to go and say that and one by one, both bulbs hit the floor. Greed swears, brushing the shards of glass aside in a series of soft, brittle tinks.] Fuck. What? Yeah, I'm glad you're actually getting out there, Feathers. Took you long enough.
[Is he going to ignore that little question? Absolutely! Instead, he rips another light out of a box and shoves it into the ceiling. But hearing Michael laugh: that's better than any music. And as the Sin brushes his tail over the floor, he slides his eyes curiously towards the phone.]
[Well, tonight is just full of surprises, isn't it?]
Oh, I'm sure I will be. Might not need one, but it's a whole lot better with a partner - [Clicking his tongue, the former homunculus idly rummages through the shelves.] - and you've always impressed me, Blue Eyes. Even if your dance moves could have used a little work.
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[He taps the light a couple of times.]
gunna have to get used to it. and sure mayube once or twice. but i dont usually sleep unless i have to [Greed nips at his lip when the bulb blinks again.] and you wuldnt wanna know about the other times
[The Sin's got a new bulb in hand and the old one in his mouth when he feels the phone buzz against his leg. He slaps it once on his thigh before shoving it between his ear and his shoulder.]
Now that depends. And we wouldn't be walking. [The points of his teeth clink against the lightbulb's aluminum cap.] I don't know, Blues. It suits ya.
[And y'know, he's almost got it. The light's mostly screwed in, and he's merely seconds away from winding it tight. But then Michael has to go and say that and one by one, both bulbs hit the floor. Greed swears, brushing the shards of glass aside in a series of soft, brittle tinks.] Fuck. What? Yeah, I'm glad you're actually getting out there, Feathers. Took you long enough.
[Is he going to ignore that little question? Absolutely! Instead, he rips another light out of a box and shoves it into the ceiling. But hearing Michael laugh: that's better than any music. And as the Sin brushes his tail over the floor, he slides his eyes curiously towards the phone.]
[Well, tonight is just full of surprises, isn't it?]
Oh, I'm sure I will be. Might not need one, but it's a whole lot better with a partner - [Clicking his tongue, the former homunculus idly rummages through the shelves.] - and you've always impressed me, Blue Eyes. Even if your dance moves could have used a little work.