[He doesn't even have to turn around to know just who has come walking through the door; the soft sigh from the front entrance is enough to announce him. Besides, he said he would be coming, didn't he? If nothing else, the Archangel is a stickler for his schedule.]
[Though, him being late? That, that, is new.]
[The Sin slouches forward. With his back to Michael, he reaches across the bar to snag two empty glasses. He stretches his fingers to sink them inside and as his claws hook the brims, he pinches the both of them together. Tnk.] Insufferable, huh? Y'know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're just making up excuses at this point, Blue Eyes.
[The corner of his lip lifts, tripling his smile over in the variety of bottles lined up against the back wall. He can make out Michael's reflection in the clutter of it all: the crisp cut of his new suit, the way he feels out the counter for its hard-grained stickiness. Greed makes a soft sound in his nose and as he drops the glasses in the back-prep sink, he dips his ear playfully towards his shoulder.] Wasn't going to, though I didn't realize those were off limits. [His sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, the former homunculus lets his eyes meet Michael through the mirror's smoke-stained glass; the look on his face, subtle and smug.]
[Finally though, he turns on his heel, leaving the glasses in the tub of the sink.] My - ? She's not my charge, Blues. [He flits his claws through the air, sending a glint of dusk tumbling away.] She's just a kid. But we can get to that once we've taken care of that problem of yours.
[Without an invitation (because when has he ever, ever asked), the Sin makes his way out from behind the bar. He snatches a couple of things as he goes (a partially filled bucket of ice, a clean towel, and a fresh ashtray); his wandering fingers, mindlessly picking up whatever he can grab.]
[When he makes his way to Michael, he scatters the collection down carelessly on top of the barstool closest to him. However, for a second or two, that's how he stays. And maybe it's nothing, but the way he taps his foot - ]
[Greed nips the inside of his cheek.] So, how do we do this, exactly?
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[Though, him being late? That, that, is new.]
[The Sin slouches forward. With his back to Michael, he reaches across the bar to snag two empty glasses. He stretches his fingers to sink them inside and as his claws hook the brims, he pinches the both of them together. Tnk.] Insufferable, huh? Y'know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're just making up excuses at this point, Blue Eyes.
[The corner of his lip lifts, tripling his smile over in the variety of bottles lined up against the back wall. He can make out Michael's reflection in the clutter of it all: the crisp cut of his new suit, the way he feels out the counter for its hard-grained stickiness. Greed makes a soft sound in his nose and as he drops the glasses in the back-prep sink, he dips his ear playfully towards his shoulder.] Wasn't going to, though I didn't realize those were off limits. [His sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, the former homunculus lets his eyes meet Michael through the mirror's smoke-stained glass; the look on his face, subtle and smug.]
[Finally though, he turns on his heel, leaving the glasses in the tub of the sink.] My - ? She's not my charge, Blues. [He flits his claws through the air, sending a glint of dusk tumbling away.] She's just a kid. But we can get to that once we've taken care of that problem of yours.
[Without an invitation (because when has he ever, ever asked), the Sin makes his way out from behind the bar. He snatches a couple of things as he goes (a partially filled bucket of ice, a clean towel, and a fresh ashtray); his wandering fingers, mindlessly picking up whatever he can grab.]
[When he makes his way to Michael, he scatters the collection down carelessly on top of the barstool closest to him. However, for a second or two, that's how he stays. And maybe it's nothing, but the way he taps his foot - ]
[Greed nips the inside of his cheek.] So, how do we do this, exactly?