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Tried. [Greed corrects, the snap of his tongue as quick as ever.] But you didn't. Anyway, there's no pointing in thinking about it. What's done is already done, Blue Eyes.
[Something pats out of earshot and while it is soft, there's no mistaking the ptt, ptt, ptt of paws as they tap against aluminum, causing an echo to beat inside the case like a drum. Greed presses his lips together. He blindly reaches one of his hands down to give Kamora a scritch.] Would you now? And out of the goodness of your heart, huh? [He flicks his eyes to the side, catching the cat's loathsome stare as she tries her very best to keep up her menacing appearance.]
[No one can resist his claws. Not even Kamora herself.]
Wouldn't say that. You've got a lot more years behind you than I do. [200 is nothing compared to 10,000 or more. The Sin guides his thumb around Kam's ear to press it softly between the pads of his fingers. When Michael continues, he slowly drops his hand away to hook two of his claws into the hem of his pants.]
You're asking me something I don't have an answer to. [He doesn't have to look to know. Kamora is already pinning him down with all three of her eyes.] You can't judge something that should have never - [The Sin shrugs his shoulders, letting the rest of the thought roll off his back. No, Michael is supposed to be out there, having fun, enjoying life. There's no need to go down that road if they don't have to.]
Now, that depends on what it was, doesn't it? [His smile splits, and another slop of ice tumbles from the rooftop.] There's always going to be a cost, Blue Eyes. As for whether it was worth it or not - [The forks of his tongue feel out the smooth parts of his teeth. However, it doesn't take him long to answer.] - yeah, it had been worth it.
[Giving up all that he was, giving up his own, long-standing rule. It had been worth it. Even if he meant he had to look a man in the eye with a wide smile and lie straight to his face.]
[The former homunculus curls his finger to press his nail into the leather of his pants.] Then I won't say anything. Like I said, it doesn't have to be something you don't want it to be. Keep it simple. [Keep it simple, he says, like it isn't already so, god damn complicated already.]
[When Michael calls him out, the Sin clicks his jaws together and the length of his tail buzzes behind him; its trill as gentle as a small, shaken bell.] Using my own words against me now, you little pissant? [Walking away from the ledge, Greed lets out a sharp whistle.] Well, he is a ghost, y'know. Might be he can handle it a lot differently than you. I can't get drunk myself, so it wouldn't be all that surprising if it's the same with him.
[Kamora at his heels, Greed heads towards fire escape.] You've always got a choice, Blues. Just depends on whether or not I actually give a shit. [Which he does, and he'd be lying if he said otherwise.] But don't mention it. Not like I've got anything else to do tomorrow morning, anyway.
[What he doesn't say is that there are plenty of other things he could be doing, and plenty of other people he could be doing them with. But he doesn't plan to.]
[No, after last call is done and the bar is closed, he's got only one destination in mind.]
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[Something pats out of earshot and while it is soft, there's no mistaking the ptt, ptt, ptt of paws as they tap against aluminum, causing an echo to beat inside the case like a drum. Greed presses his lips together. He blindly reaches one of his hands down to give Kamora a scritch.] Would you now? And out of the goodness of your heart, huh? [He flicks his eyes to the side, catching the cat's loathsome stare as she tries her very best to keep up her menacing appearance.]
[No one can resist his claws. Not even Kamora herself.]
Wouldn't say that. You've got a lot more years behind you than I do. [200 is nothing compared to 10,000 or more. The Sin guides his thumb around Kam's ear to press it softly between the pads of his fingers. When Michael continues, he slowly drops his hand away to hook two of his claws into the hem of his pants.]
You're asking me something I don't have an answer to. [He doesn't have to look to know. Kamora is already pinning him down with all three of her eyes.] You can't judge something that should have never - [The Sin shrugs his shoulders, letting the rest of the thought roll off his back. No, Michael is supposed to be out there, having fun, enjoying life. There's no need to go down that road if they don't have to.]
Now, that depends on what it was, doesn't it? [His smile splits, and another slop of ice tumbles from the rooftop.] There's always going to be a cost, Blue Eyes. As for whether it was worth it or not - [The forks of his tongue feel out the smooth parts of his teeth. However, it doesn't take him long to answer.] - yeah, it had been worth it.
[Giving up all that he was, giving up his own, long-standing rule. It had been worth it. Even if he meant he had to look a man in the eye with a wide smile and lie straight to his face.]
[The former homunculus curls his finger to press his nail into the leather of his pants.] Then I won't say anything. Like I said, it doesn't have to be something you don't want it to be. Keep it simple. [Keep it simple, he says, like it isn't already so, god damn complicated already.]
[When Michael calls him out, the Sin clicks his jaws together and the length of his tail buzzes behind him; its trill as gentle as a small, shaken bell.] Using my own words against me now, you little pissant? [Walking away from the ledge, Greed lets out a sharp whistle.] Well, he is a ghost, y'know. Might be he can handle it a lot differently than you. I can't get drunk myself, so it wouldn't be all that surprising if it's the same with him.
[Kamora at his heels, Greed heads towards fire escape.] You've always got a choice, Blues. Just depends on whether or not I actually give a shit. [Which he does, and he'd be lying if he said otherwise.] But don't mention it. Not like I've got anything else to do tomorrow morning, anyway.
[What he doesn't say is that there are plenty of other things he could be doing, and plenty of other people he could be doing them with. But he doesn't plan to.]
[No, after last call is done and the bar is closed, he's got only one destination in mind.]