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[ instead of texting him, he slides her phone into a pocket and makes it there in just under five minutes. color her impressed, she didn’t even get stabbed on the way here, which is already a vast improvement.
so, when the door swings open, she waltzes in looking very human with her wings out and sporting this little number. the giant fluffy princess dress had to go, imagine her surprise when it was Velvet’s idea to go shopping. ]
Vel spilled the tea, I’d say I’m sorry I missed it but I’d be full of shit. Lover, not a fighter, remember?
[ instead of sliding onto a stool, she uses it to hoist herself up and take a seat on the edge of the bar so she can grab him by the vest and tug him closer. ]
Upset is a strong word, I don’t do feelings. How about just eager to stick it to the guy who got me hot and bothered? Oh, I know you’re good for it, and you know I’ll collect sometime. [ as nonchalant as ever, she grins and steals a kiss before letting him go so she can straighten up again. after crossing her legs, she leans back against her arms. ]
I know his daughter better than I know him.
[ of course she doesn’t elaborate, she has fun teasing their princess and actually enjoys working on their talent routine together. they’ve spent enough time together to get to know one another better. ]
[Closing time means the bar is basically a ghost town. The lights have been set way down low, leaving the whole building in an odd, twilight dim. Of course, he's still around. Still around and swiping down a pint when he hears the door open wide on its groaning, loose-bolt hinges.]
[And who should arrive (looking far more angelic than she should), but Verosika God Damn Mayday.]
[Greed yanks the rag from the glass, tossing it over his shoulder. For a second, he merely takes her all in. The heavenly bodied look isn't a bad one for her per say, but it doesn't quite fit. It's more like she's wearing a dress that doesn't suit her, or a jacket that's been tailored all wrong. And hasn't she always been proud of what she is? Of what that other Hell had her be?]
[The former homunculus racks the pint underneath the bar.] Did she? Yeah, you didn't miss much, lovely. Just a fucking headache. [He's about to say something else, but then she grabs him by the vest. And who would he be if he didn't comply?]
[So, he follows that pull, letting his hips knock along the other side of the bar with a dull thunk of hollow wood and bone.] Mnn. Glad to see some things haven't changed. [He says, the purr in his voice sticking like hot iron in the back of his throat.] But you can't really blame me. Maybe I was just curious to see how much want I could get out of you.
[He's teasing. Even when she smiles like that (that wicked smile full of trouble) and steals a kiss from him, the Sin's all his usual nonchalance. The whole world could come crashing down on him (it seems), and he'd still have that toothy grin plastered all over his face.]
[Greed gingerly clicks his front teeth together when she pulls away.] I know. And I'm counting on it. Everything's got a price, right? Ah, but first - why don't we get you that drink?
[The former homunculus turns away, spinning on his heels as he wanders over to the prep station behind him. There's already a glass at the ready and waiting for him. The drink in question isn't on the menu. Something special for a succubus that could use a little more.]
[Greed grabs an orange, digs his claws in, and begins to peel it.] His daughter, huh? [The skin ribbons around his claws as he takes his thumb to it.] Charlie, right? Met her once. Good kid. Though, I don't know why the Princess of Hell was working at a fast food joint. Figured a gal like her would be doing, I don't know. [He shrugs, forcing the fur along his collar to hitch up the back of his neck.] Something else, I guess.
[He cuts off a slice and places it on the rim of the glass before turning around and setting it in front of Verosika.] To coming back to this shit hole. [Greed flashes a smile.]
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so, when the door swings open, she waltzes in looking very human with her wings out and sporting this little number. the giant fluffy princess dress had to go, imagine her surprise when it was Velvet’s idea to go shopping. ]
Vel spilled the tea, I’d say I’m sorry I missed it but I’d be full of shit. Lover, not a fighter, remember?
[ instead of sliding onto a stool, she uses it to hoist herself up and take a seat on the edge of the bar so she can grab him by the vest and tug him closer. ]
Upset is a strong word, I don’t do feelings. How about just eager to stick it to the guy who got me hot and bothered? Oh, I know you’re good for it, and you know I’ll collect sometime. [ as nonchalant as ever, she grins and steals a kiss before letting him go so she can straighten up again. after crossing her legs, she leans back against her arms. ]
I know his daughter better than I know him.
[ of course she doesn’t elaborate, she has fun teasing their princess and actually enjoys working on their talent routine together. they’ve spent enough time together to get to know one another better. ]
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[And who should arrive (looking far more angelic than she should), but Verosika God Damn Mayday.]
[Greed yanks the rag from the glass, tossing it over his shoulder. For a second, he merely takes her all in. The heavenly bodied look isn't a bad one for her per say, but it doesn't quite fit. It's more like she's wearing a dress that doesn't suit her, or a jacket that's been tailored all wrong. And hasn't she always been proud of what she is? Of what that other Hell had her be?]
[The former homunculus racks the pint underneath the bar.] Did she? Yeah, you didn't miss much, lovely. Just a fucking headache. [He's about to say something else, but then she grabs him by the vest. And who would he be if he didn't comply?]
[So, he follows that pull, letting his hips knock along the other side of the bar with a dull thunk of hollow wood and bone.] Mnn. Glad to see some things haven't changed. [He says, the purr in his voice sticking like hot iron in the back of his throat.] But you can't really blame me. Maybe I was just curious to see how much want I could get out of you.
[He's teasing. Even when she smiles like that (that wicked smile full of trouble) and steals a kiss from him, the Sin's all his usual nonchalance. The whole world could come crashing down on him (it seems), and he'd still have that toothy grin plastered all over his face.]
[Greed gingerly clicks his front teeth together when she pulls away.] I know. And I'm counting on it. Everything's got a price, right? Ah, but first - why don't we get you that drink?
[The former homunculus turns away, spinning on his heels as he wanders over to the prep station behind him. There's already a glass at the ready and waiting for him. The drink in question isn't on the menu. Something special for a succubus that could use a little more.]
[Greed grabs an orange, digs his claws in, and begins to peel it.] His daughter, huh? [The skin ribbons around his claws as he takes his thumb to it.] Charlie, right? Met her once. Good kid. Though, I don't know why the Princess of Hell was working at a fast food joint. Figured a gal like her would be doing, I don't know. [He shrugs, forcing the fur along his collar to hitch up the back of his neck.] Something else, I guess.
[He cuts off a slice and places it on the rim of the glass before turning around and setting it in front of Verosika.] To coming back to this shit hole. [Greed flashes a smile.]