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[Greed takes the stairs, his smile as sharp as ever.] Now, who said anything about no play? What, you don't think I've just been down here the whole time, do you? C'mon, you should know me better than that. [At the top of the stairs, he blindly snags something off the wall, making it rattle and chime.] And no, that's for Kamora and Fight Night. Needed to make sure some stupid asshole doesn't break through it and cost me.
[The 'Nest is a mess of rooms and hallways. Graffiti lines either side of him as he walks on through; the signatures old, smeared, and semi-peeling.] Succubus or not, doesn't matter. People get weird about all sorts of shit like that. Why have one when you can have 'em all, right? [He slides into the main bar and his hands wander to pick up a matchbox.] People hold too much back that way. And I've seen too many get bitter about it over the years.
[And bitter is not a sin for him. Save that for Envy or Wrath.]
[Greed clicks his tongue against the inside of his cheek, making it pop.] Ah, well. He doesn't know what he's missing. [Because what's on the menu for him is everything: men, women, neither, and all others in between. The former homunculus lifts his shoulders.] His loss.
[She's wobbling and he's watching. The name of the bar is one he vaguely knows and just another one of the many pissing holes Hell has to offer. The Sin arches an eyebrow.] Don't think you need saving, just think you could use a better spot. One without ugly from before. Unless you're into that sort of thing.
[Which she could be, but considering how she pushed the man away, odds are she isn't in the mood.]
[Greed steps outside and begins to make his way around the back of the building.] Ahaha - ! [His laughter infects his face and that grin of his bursts on his jaw.] Oh, you've got it all wrong! I don't work for anyone else. Kam just had the building. She gets her fights and I get the rest of it. Simple as that.
[A motorcycle waits for him behind a rusted, chain-linked fence. It isn't the nicest ride on the block, but it works. The Sin traces his way around it.] Think of it this way. You can drink here, have your fill, and do whatever you want. [He swings a leg over the seat of the bike and tosses the phone into the console.] It wouldn't be like me to deny you.
And in exchange? [The keys slide into the ignition as he knuckles them and twists.] Tell me your story sometime. Don't care what it is.
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[The 'Nest is a mess of rooms and hallways. Graffiti lines either side of him as he walks on through; the signatures old, smeared, and semi-peeling.] Succubus or not, doesn't matter. People get weird about all sorts of shit like that. Why have one when you can have 'em all, right? [He slides into the main bar and his hands wander to pick up a matchbox.] People hold too much back that way. And I've seen too many get bitter about it over the years.
[And bitter is not a sin for him. Save that for Envy or Wrath.]
[Greed clicks his tongue against the inside of his cheek, making it pop.] Ah, well. He doesn't know what he's missing. [Because what's on the menu for him is everything: men, women, neither, and all others in between. The former homunculus lifts his shoulders.] His loss.
[She's wobbling and he's watching. The name of the bar is one he vaguely knows and just another one of the many pissing holes Hell has to offer. The Sin arches an eyebrow.] Don't think you need saving, just think you could use a better spot. One without ugly from before. Unless you're into that sort of thing.
[Which she could be, but considering how she pushed the man away, odds are she isn't in the mood.]
[Greed steps outside and begins to make his way around the back of the building.] Ahaha - ! [His laughter infects his face and that grin of his bursts on his jaw.] Oh, you've got it all wrong! I don't work for anyone else. Kam just had the building. She gets her fights and I get the rest of it. Simple as that.
[A motorcycle waits for him behind a rusted, chain-linked fence. It isn't the nicest ride on the block, but it works. The Sin traces his way around it.] Think of it this way. You can drink here, have your fill, and do whatever you want. [He swings a leg over the seat of the bike and tosses the phone into the console.] It wouldn't be like me to deny you.
And in exchange? [The keys slide into the ignition as he knuckles them and twists.] Tell me your story sometime. Don't care what it is.