[But what answers him isn't a man at all, but a bird. Well, what used to be a bird at any rate. And while it is very much missing its eyes, as soon as Caelus announces himself, the toucan bounces excitedly down the bar; its small hops, punctuated by the soft pit-ta-pat-pat of its talons.]
[It gives its wing a short preen, making its feathers plume out like static before they flatten down again almost unanimously. All in all, it doesn't seem bothered by the sudden visitation. No, instead, it's more calm, unfazed. As if it's either been waiting or expecting for someone, anyone, to come waltzing through the door.]
[The toucan picks mindlessly at its foot, tearing off a flake of skin. It's easy work, all things considered. And as its wiry, split tongue lashes out, it throws its head back in celebration - the clap of its saw-toothed bill, echoing through the bar like spent brass.]
[And ah, if that just isn't a calling card - ]
Oi, oi, oi. What is it, 'Lört? [The ceiling above groans, and the former homunculus languidly begins his descent down the stairs.] Less you've got something for me, I'm expecting a little company - [The Sin's voice rumbles the closer he gets. It snakes through the building like a pulse. As if it's coming from everywhere and no where as drifting and dreamy as the years of cigarette smoke clung to the walls.]
[Greed winds around the bottom of the staircase and as he catches a face (an unfamiliar, unknown face) in the lenses of his shades, he pauses - the length of his tail, coiling soundlessly against one of the flight's crooked, lopsided posts.] Oh, ho. Guess you found 'em before I did. [He hums, and the toucan takes off, disappearing to perch on one of the many exposed pipes hanging from the ceiling.]
[The former homunculus flattens his hand on the railing, pushing himself away from the steps.] You must be Caelus, that right? [He doesn't bother looking at the other man as he moves.] Glad to see you found the place. Though, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. [Turning his back, the Sin slinks behind the other side of the bar - the scorch of his heels, leaving behind a light, dying trail of soot.]
CW: Mild Mutated Animal Description
[It gives its wing a short preen, making its feathers plume out like static before they flatten down again almost unanimously. All in all, it doesn't seem bothered by the sudden visitation. No, instead, it's more calm, unfazed. As if it's either been waiting or expecting for someone, anyone, to come waltzing through the door.]
[The toucan picks mindlessly at its foot, tearing off a flake of skin. It's easy work, all things considered. And as its wiry, split tongue lashes out, it throws its head back in celebration - the clap of its saw-toothed bill, echoing through the bar like spent brass.]
[And ah, if that just isn't a calling card - ]
Oi, oi, oi. What is it, 'Lört? [The ceiling above groans, and the former homunculus languidly begins his descent down the stairs.] Less you've got something for me, I'm expecting a little company - [The Sin's voice rumbles the closer he gets. It snakes through the building like a pulse. As if it's coming from everywhere and no where as drifting and dreamy as the years of cigarette smoke clung to the walls.]
[Greed winds around the bottom of the staircase and as he catches a face (an unfamiliar, unknown face) in the lenses of his shades, he pauses - the length of his tail, coiling soundlessly against one of the flight's crooked, lopsided posts.] Oh, ho. Guess you found 'em before I did. [He hums, and the toucan takes off, disappearing to perch on one of the many exposed pipes hanging from the ceiling.]
[The former homunculus flattens his hand on the railing, pushing himself away from the steps.] You must be Caelus, that right? [He doesn't bother looking at the other man as he moves.] Glad to see you found the place. Though, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. [Turning his back, the Sin slinks behind the other side of the bar - the scorch of his heels, leaving behind a light, dying trail of soot.]