Would explain it, then. Why some of us look a little different, and others you can't notice any changes at all. [Fitting, it seems. He wasn't human before, and he's not here. The irony of his given Offering isn't lost on him, either. Sleep may be on the top of his list, but he can't deny how terribly, terribly on the nose her decision had been.]
[Maybe gods (or those that think they're gods) could still have a sense of humor, sick as it is.]
[The former homunculus pinches the splinter hanging off his lip, running the underside of his claw up the length of it.] Your friend, huh? Someone I might know? [He doesn't know everyone here. However, there's still a possibility.]
[Though, if he's actually looking for an answer, he doesn't take the time to wait for it. Greed's smile preens tight on his face - the sliver of it made sharp by the points of his teeth.] Mnn. What can I say? I prefer hearing it face to face. Makes it easier to tell when someone's bullshitting. [The Sin lifts his eyes to still them on Caelus; their slits, contracting to the barest hint.] See, I didn't ask you to come here for nothing, friend. I've got some ideas in mind. And since I couldn't do alchemy back home, that's where someone like you'd come in.
[The former homunculus pushes himself off the counter, and his heels slap against the floor with a punctuating thwack.] I don't know about you, but I'm not a big fan of our pal running things around here. Never been too good at taking orders from anyone, let alone someone who thinks they're some kind of god.
So - [His moves his hand as he talks, twirling it on the slack part of his wrist one time, two times, three.] - why don't you and I make a little deal? I'll teach your homunculus everything it needs to know about being one. And in return? I'll show you how to do some alchemy I know from where I come from. A little test to see if it'll actually work, and to find out if those new abilities of yours can make some change around here.
[One minute he's at the prep counter and the next, he's practically leering over the bar. Leering with all of his jagged teeth, his slick smile, and a promise humming in his eyes as red and dull as a fuse, waiting for a spark.]
[Greed tongues the toothpick, pushing it up against the roof of his mouth.] It's a fair offer. But I have a feeling I know your type. I don't expect you to have an answer right away. So, think on it. Might end up being worth your time.
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[Maybe gods (or those that think they're gods) could still have a sense of humor, sick as it is.]
[The former homunculus pinches the splinter hanging off his lip, running the underside of his claw up the length of it.] Your friend, huh? Someone I might know? [He doesn't know everyone here. However, there's still a possibility.]
[Though, if he's actually looking for an answer, he doesn't take the time to wait for it. Greed's smile preens tight on his face - the sliver of it made sharp by the points of his teeth.] Mnn. What can I say? I prefer hearing it face to face. Makes it easier to tell when someone's bullshitting. [The Sin lifts his eyes to still them on Caelus; their slits, contracting to the barest hint.] See, I didn't ask you to come here for nothing, friend. I've got some ideas in mind. And since I couldn't do alchemy back home, that's where someone like you'd come in.
[The former homunculus pushes himself off the counter, and his heels slap against the floor with a punctuating thwack.] I don't know about you, but I'm not a big fan of our pal running things around here. Never been too good at taking orders from anyone, let alone someone who thinks they're some kind of god.
So - [His moves his hand as he talks, twirling it on the slack part of his wrist one time, two times, three.] - why don't you and I make a little deal? I'll teach your homunculus everything it needs to know about being one. And in return? I'll show you how to do some alchemy I know from where I come from. A little test to see if it'll actually work, and to find out if those new abilities of yours can make some change around here.
[One minute he's at the prep counter and the next, he's practically leering over the bar. Leering with all of his jagged teeth, his slick smile, and a promise humming in his eyes as red and dull as a fuse, waiting for a spark.]
[Greed tongues the toothpick, pushing it up against the roof of his mouth.] It's a fair offer. But I have a feeling I know your type. I don't expect you to have an answer right away. So, think on it. Might end up being worth your time.