Popular isn't exactly the word I'd use. [Greed picks up a piece of paper, reads it once, then slips it between a tower of boxes.] But we were far enough away from Central that people felt a whole lot more comfortable telling their secrets.
[The slap yanks his attention back to the phone pinned to his ear.] Equivalent - [The Sin grunts, elbowing a can of paint deeper into the shelf.] - that's not what that means. But fine, sure. As long as you make good on the deal.
[Sleeping alone. The laughter that comes out of him is airy, wispy.] Who said I ever sleep alone? But no. I'm not afraid of it. Just never had to before. Not unless I wanted to. Why? [His smile is practically audible through the receiver: the peel of it, tight and needling.] You offering?
[He sighs as he straightens to a stand.] Trust me, I know this one. I'm not doubting you're a great listener, Blue Eyes. But I don't think you want to hear about me - [Trailing off, the former homunculus twirls his wrist.] - forget it. You were saying something. And I'm fine, was just changing a light.
[He can hear the sounds of the bar pressing against the wall, but they're dull. Distant. Like the trickles of a party ten rooms over. The Sin watches the shelves. Try as he may, nothing will give him an answer. Not the paint, not the boxes, not the broken pieces of lights twinkling like glitter on the floor.]
[So, he finds one himself.] Wouldn't say no to that. And what do you mean? What's strange about that? We're usually here alone most nights. [Still, that core of is: it's yelling again. Yelling and twisting as anxious as an egg about to crack.] We could just find somewhere else to go. Need to check out a few places anyway.
[But his foot is tapping, his tail is twitching, and thank no God, the door is shut. Greed laughs into the phone.] Gahaha - ! You know there's nothing generous about me, but for this? Sure. Let's see how well you mo -
[What.]
["I missed you too."]
[What.]
[You know that saying? About turning it off and on again?]
[Eventually, after at least a solid minute, the Sin shakes his head.] Let me know if you and the Showman need a ride once you're done for the night.
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[The slap yanks his attention back to the phone pinned to his ear.] Equivalent - [The Sin grunts, elbowing a can of paint deeper into the shelf.] - that's not what that means. But fine, sure. As long as you make good on the deal.
[Sleeping alone. The laughter that comes out of him is airy, wispy.] Who said I ever sleep alone? But no. I'm not afraid of it. Just never had to before. Not unless I wanted to. Why? [His smile is practically audible through the receiver: the peel of it, tight and needling.] You offering?
[He sighs as he straightens to a stand.] Trust me, I know this one. I'm not doubting you're a great listener, Blue Eyes. But I don't think you want to hear about me - [Trailing off, the former homunculus twirls his wrist.] - forget it. You were saying something. And I'm fine, was just changing a light.
[He can hear the sounds of the bar pressing against the wall, but they're dull. Distant. Like the trickles of a party ten rooms over. The Sin watches the shelves. Try as he may, nothing will give him an answer. Not the paint, not the boxes, not the broken pieces of lights twinkling like glitter on the floor.]
[So, he finds one himself.] Wouldn't say no to that. And what do you mean? What's strange about that? We're usually here alone most nights. [Still, that core of is: it's yelling again. Yelling and twisting as anxious as an egg about to crack.] We could just find somewhere else to go. Need to check out a few places anyway.
[But his foot is tapping, his tail is twitching, and thank no God, the door is shut. Greed laughs into the phone.] Gahaha - ! You know there's nothing generous about me, but for this? Sure. Let's see how well you mo -
[What.]
["I missed you too."]
[What.]
[You know that saying? About turning it off and on again?]
[Eventually, after at least a solid minute, the Sin shakes his head.] Let me know if you and the Showman need a ride once you're done for the night.