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[Greed's voice purrs out in metallic static. There's the faintest catch of the radio - something sultry, jazzy.]

"If you've got the number, it means I like ya. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm out right now - all work and no play. If you're looking for a face-face visit, head down to The Devil's Nest. I'll be glad to entertain."

[Thunk go a pair of boots.] "If you're looking for something personal, you know what to do."

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Hi, boss. I found a strange one. Inviting him to stay at the 'Nest for information. That okay or shall I tell him to suffer in the streets?

P.S. You can take the oddity's rooming and board out of my pay.

[Clicking of heels, the tolling of a busy man. Or monster. This case, it's the latter of the two. A glass chimes with the usual; a cut of scotch and ice that roll against the brim of a glass held between smooth fingers.]

[And Greed purrs into the line, his smile audible over the thuds, the bangs, the yelling, and the overall buzz of the 'Nest.]

Got your message, Keats. Bring him in. I'd like to meet this oddity.

Sounds like you're busy.

Always good news.

[Oh, let's not be coy. Here's a call coming in.]

[And when the line's free, the homunculus laughs - barks. Thuds his back up against something hard and he's sipping at that scotch like it's his job.]

You could say that, but your business comes first. After all, mine take priority. [The Sin adjusts his footing, plants a heel hard into a wood frame and knocks something around.]

So, someone new?

I thought as much.

I ran into him. Not literally, but did see he was in terrible shape. Wearing a cloak that I've only seen with a few, but he isn't what I thought. Still, I was fascinated that my prodding that ended up getting some flash of gold eyes.

Upon seeing that... I couldn't help but ask for an exclusive.

[Oh ho-! That's a horse of a different color.]

[Greed whistles and snaps his fingers.] Gold, huh? So, he's probably not human either.

[Not that that matters at all when it comes to the 'Nest.] Get him checked out by our new Doc if he's available. When he's on his feet, feel free to bring him to me.

If he is, he has some power that I'm interested in.

You can't see it, but I am saluting. [ He's not. ]

Let's make sure he's tended to first, hmn?

Ah-?

[Shoulder shrugging causes fur and leather to grind up against a wood frame, muffling the feed. But the homunculus hisses; a small laugh, a little bit of a tease.]

[Raise of his arm sends his wristbands tumbling into the side of his scotch as he lifts it to his lips.]

Some how, I doubt that.

Of course, I'm nothing if not hospitable. Even offering my pay to figure out what is up with this one. Ah, I seem to be constantly having you adopt my strays.

Should I apologize for that, first?

And, you caught me.

I'm more of a man of action or written word.

[Sink of the glass rattles ice and Greed peels off his perch on the door frame. He throws his head back with another laugh; low this time, a bit more in his chest than anything else.]

I'm not interested in your apologies - just bring him up when he's tended to, hmn?

If someone's caught your interest, you certainly have mine.

Right, right.

[ A shrug at the second comment, then adding: ]

By the by, his name is Saïx.

[Cupped chin, rub of a thumb. Greed pounds the curve of his boot against the frame in thought.]

What kind of name is that? Ah, well - [Trailed off and the creature's pushing out, walking somewhere.]

All I have to report for the night.

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