[While Caelus finds his seat, the former homunculus crouches down, disappearing behind the bar. He fumbles through his cache (bottles of beer that are probably far beyond their expiration date, a couple of glass jars filled to brim with something or another, a few odds and ends) until he spots what he's looking for. Curling his finger, he slips his nail under the tab of a loose can, dragging it out of the depths.]
[Greed straightens his legs to a stand and with a snap of his wrist, the can hisses open; its artificial juice, dripping red-thin over his claws.] Good. Would be a little rude if I left you waiting, hmn? [He tips his hand, taking the tab clean off on the crook of his claw.] Yeah? Well, it sounds to me like I owe you a bit of an apology. Think you and I got off on the wrong foot. Sorry about that.
[He sets the can down in front Caelus, swiping away some of the spillover with his thumb.] That's simple, but we'll get to that. [The former homunculus nudges the can forward on the point of his knuckle.] There was a reason I came in pretty hot there. You could say I have a bit of experience with alchemists and homunculi. But first thing's first - you said something before. About how someone from your world made a Philosopher's stone.
[He pulls back, then; the subtle clap of his heels, clicking sharp on the floor.] It's probably different where you come from, but like I told you, it takes a lot to make a homunculus. And usually, you'd need a Philosopher's stone to do it. [Almost as if he already has the place memorized, the Sin settles the small of his back into the prep station behind him, leaving both his hands clamped on its lip.] So when you said you did it without one, you got my interest. Most alchemists I know didn't even think a homunculus could exist, let alone make one. Call me impressed.
As for your question - [Trailing, the former homunculus bows his head. He lifts his hand to his face slowly and surely; the pace of it as if he's waiting and holding out the minutes for every second of their worth. Greed fans his fingers and as he frames out his sunglasses with his thumb, the tattoo across his knuckles seems to broil against his skin. His own, personal red letter, marking him for what he is.]
[He folds his sunglasses up. Clp.] - it's a little personal, and information's still worth a whole lot, even here. Call it a guarantee. [Slumping his shoulder, he sinks one of the earpieces of his shades behind the collar of his shirt.] Because what you were talking about - you're looking at one.
[Greed tilts his head and as a smile begins to stretch along his jaw, he eases his eyes open. In the bar's low light, the slits of them breathe wild; like a big cat feverishly stalking a potential prey.]
Homunculus. That's what I am. Least, before all this.
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[Greed straightens his legs to a stand and with a snap of his wrist, the can hisses open; its artificial juice, dripping red-thin over his claws.] Good. Would be a little rude if I left you waiting, hmn? [He tips his hand, taking the tab clean off on the crook of his claw.] Yeah? Well, it sounds to me like I owe you a bit of an apology. Think you and I got off on the wrong foot. Sorry about that.
[He sets the can down in front Caelus, swiping away some of the spillover with his thumb.] That's simple, but we'll get to that. [The former homunculus nudges the can forward on the point of his knuckle.] There was a reason I came in pretty hot there. You could say I have a bit of experience with alchemists and homunculi. But first thing's first - you said something before. About how someone from your world made a Philosopher's stone.
[He pulls back, then; the subtle clap of his heels, clicking sharp on the floor.] It's probably different where you come from, but like I told you, it takes a lot to make a homunculus. And usually, you'd need a Philosopher's stone to do it. [Almost as if he already has the place memorized, the Sin settles the small of his back into the prep station behind him, leaving both his hands clamped on its lip.] So when you said you did it without one, you got my interest. Most alchemists I know didn't even think a homunculus could exist, let alone make one. Call me impressed.
As for your question - [Trailing, the former homunculus bows his head. He lifts his hand to his face slowly and surely; the pace of it as if he's waiting and holding out the minutes for every second of their worth. Greed fans his fingers and as he frames out his sunglasses with his thumb, the tattoo across his knuckles seems to broil against his skin. His own, personal red letter, marking him for what he is.]
[He folds his sunglasses up. Clp.] - it's a little personal, and information's still worth a whole lot, even here. Call it a guarantee. [Slumping his shoulder, he sinks one of the earpieces of his shades behind the collar of his shirt.] Because what you were talking about - you're looking at one.
[Greed tilts his head and as a smile begins to stretch along his jaw, he eases his eyes open. In the bar's low light, the slits of them breathe wild; like a big cat feverishly stalking a potential prey.]
Homunculus. That's what I am. Least, before all this.