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[But if he's worried about retaliation? It doesn't show. Instead, the Sin crouches down again. He settles on the back of his heels and as he plants one of his elbows into his knee, he continues his thorough inspection. With two of his knuckles curled into his palm, he follows Michael's wingtips; the graze of him, a hair, an inch, away.]
Luce always did have a soft spot for those that didn't have much to begin with. Wouldn't surprise me if he had a plan in place in case the ones in charge decided to send him back. [Another tuft catches his eye, and the former homunculus runs his thumb down the stem of it. One, snappish turn of his wrist, and he pulls it free.] Though, think you're selling yourself short there, Blue Eyes. The people here - [Languidly, he turns his attention on the feather. He twirls it slowly between his fingers; its spin, punctuated by the soft fltt, fltt, fltt of down.] - well, you've already shown them that not all you righteous types are so high and mighty, hmn?
[No, in his time here, Michael has made it a point to extend his hand. To offer his shoulder, his ear, and all else to everyone and anyone willing to meet him halfway.]
[Greed reaches behind the small of his back to tuck the feather into the lip of his pants.] Yeah I know. You Morningstars are sometimes a whole lot more trouble than you're worth. Can't make anything easy, can you? [The Sin lulls his head back, shutting one of his eyes.] Though maybe next time, try not to get burned, would ya? [Casually, the former homunculus rubs two of his hands together, causing the surface of his 'Shield to clash as lightly skipping rocks. He places one of them where the ice had been moments prior; his warmth less broiling and more similar to the broadside of a simmered-down furnace.]
[The Sin clicks his teeth.] You could say that. Some people still don't know that it's better to take my deal. [And oh, he doesn't miss that. That shiver. That subtle quake of Michael's wing as part of him slowly, slowly, arches into the touch. No matter how many times he sees it, it's something he'll never quite get enough of. Of the Archangel letting go, of giving in, and if he's lingering a bit longer than he should?]
[Well, he's already said it before, hasn't he? How he's never, truly satisfied.]
[Greed slumps his weight to the side, and his tail licks across the floorboards. The tip of it, however - he could say nothing, and it would still give him all away. How the spines breathe open and clatter together with a hint, an idea, of a rattle.]
["If something ever happens to me .."]
[The former homunculus limply lifts his wrist.] Yeah sure, bring her by. And who said anything about feeling obligated? I wouldn't do it if I didn't want to, Blues. [With all four of his hands flat on his thighs, he gradually pushes himself upright, and the buzz of his tail quiets again, shrill. Resigned. Arguing about it would be moot.]
[So instead, he drops his shoulders, forcing his vest to slip down the curve of his back.] That was your first mistake. [Greed pulls one of his arms out and as the weight of the collar drops, he sinks his claws between the fur.] I might not be as old as you, but that doesn't mean I'm young either. Though, that's interesting. Saying I look good for my age, Feathers? [The forks of his tongue tease behind his teeth, and the Sin tosses the vest onto the counter. He makes his way around the other side of the barstool and as he starts on another wing, he raises one of his fingers towards the ceiling.]
I saw that, y'know. Remember, the cold doesn't bother me as much as it does you. [He catches Michael with his eyes and oh. Oh, does his smile spell nothing but bad, bad, bad.] Sure you wanna try it? I won't go easy on you this time.
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Luce always did have a soft spot for those that didn't have much to begin with. Wouldn't surprise me if he had a plan in place in case the ones in charge decided to send him back. [Another tuft catches his eye, and the former homunculus runs his thumb down the stem of it. One, snappish turn of his wrist, and he pulls it free.] Though, think you're selling yourself short there, Blue Eyes. The people here - [Languidly, he turns his attention on the feather. He twirls it slowly between his fingers; its spin, punctuated by the soft fltt, fltt, fltt of down.] - well, you've already shown them that not all you righteous types are so high and mighty, hmn?
[No, in his time here, Michael has made it a point to extend his hand. To offer his shoulder, his ear, and all else to everyone and anyone willing to meet him halfway.]
[Greed reaches behind the small of his back to tuck the feather into the lip of his pants.] Yeah I know. You Morningstars are sometimes a whole lot more trouble than you're worth. Can't make anything easy, can you? [The Sin lulls his head back, shutting one of his eyes.] Though maybe next time, try not to get burned, would ya? [Casually, the former homunculus rubs two of his hands together, causing the surface of his 'Shield to clash as lightly skipping rocks. He places one of them where the ice had been moments prior; his warmth less broiling and more similar to the broadside of a simmered-down furnace.]
[The Sin clicks his teeth.] You could say that. Some people still don't know that it's better to take my deal. [And oh, he doesn't miss that. That shiver. That subtle quake of Michael's wing as part of him slowly, slowly, arches into the touch. No matter how many times he sees it, it's something he'll never quite get enough of. Of the Archangel letting go, of giving in, and if he's lingering a bit longer than he should?]
[Well, he's already said it before, hasn't he? How he's never, truly satisfied.]
[Greed slumps his weight to the side, and his tail licks across the floorboards. The tip of it, however - he could say nothing, and it would still give him all away. How the spines breathe open and clatter together with a hint, an idea, of a rattle.]
["If something ever happens to me .."]
[The former homunculus limply lifts his wrist.] Yeah sure, bring her by. And who said anything about feeling obligated? I wouldn't do it if I didn't want to, Blues. [With all four of his hands flat on his thighs, he gradually pushes himself upright, and the buzz of his tail quiets again, shrill. Resigned. Arguing about it would be moot.]
[So instead, he drops his shoulders, forcing his vest to slip down the curve of his back.] That was your first mistake. [Greed pulls one of his arms out and as the weight of the collar drops, he sinks his claws between the fur.] I might not be as old as you, but that doesn't mean I'm young either. Though, that's interesting. Saying I look good for my age, Feathers? [The forks of his tongue tease behind his teeth, and the Sin tosses the vest onto the counter. He makes his way around the other side of the barstool and as he starts on another wing, he raises one of his fingers towards the ceiling.]
I saw that, y'know. Remember, the cold doesn't bother me as much as it does you. [He catches Michael with his eyes and oh. Oh, does his smile spell nothing but bad, bad, bad.] Sure you wanna try it? I won't go easy on you this time.