Oya, oya! buddiebuddiebuddiepal!? Kyaha! Where ya at pooch? I ain't one for company an' shit, but ain't no dog got their bone on more than me when it comes to watchin' people get their torture on, but what the FUCK is with being stuck in this place? Ya tried to leave yet? I did! Chased a kitty right outta campus an' woke up in my room... Shits fucked up man.
[Pop of static before there's a cool rush of breath. A hissing exhale through a devil's smile that seems to linger for a moment. Cut off only by a solid crack. Boot heel finding footing, tipping it up and Greed whistles on the other side of the line.]
And here I thought you hadn't made it, friend. Glad to see I was wrong.
[Because out of them all, Gunji proved the best at following orders. Even if he did tend to tread on the bloodier-side of exchanges, he was good to listen. Good to have as eyes and ears and Greed scratches under his chin. A brief pause.]
Yeah, I noticed. Looks like COMPASS has something a bit different in store for us this time. [And his tone is playful, but dangerous. A blurring of the two, as if he doesn't take the matter too lightly.]
[But he snaps his fingers. Lets the noise vibrate through the feed.]
Where am I? The same place. [Down below; in a room stolen, bare bones to make his home.] Ah- right. You haven't been formally introduced yet, have you?
[May as well bide the time and wait. After all, there's that little end to the conversation he's interested about.]
[Ah, as strange as it sounds, Gunji's missed those mysterious sounds his avarice friend makes. He holds back a chuckle as he mimics stamping his foot on the asphalt when he heres Greed's boot heel crack down.]
Ya fuckin' kiddin' me right? Me, not make it? Kyaha! Ya don't got to worry about me, I'll always be jus' fine neh!
[No, Gunji had never actually been invited to other peoples dorms before, normally he's the guy they pretend to not hear knocking whenever he does happen by. That and the fact he's crap with remembering places, sense of direction like moth.]
[It's funny just how familiar it is. His heel click copied, the good dog mocking the master and Greed's grin is audible. Slick like the edge of a knife and just as sharp as he lets a small laugh slip through. Passing by his lips, index tapping just to see the result.]
[Because he's missed the sound, too. Gunji an oddity, always chomping at the bit. Begging for more, more, more and oh, could the Sin compliment his avarice. But it was for an entirely different kind of currency. One made with life and blood; it'd be a mess, in the end.]
[And despite appearance, he didn't fancy himself the violent sort.]
[He jerks still. Eerie silence coming in like a phantom-crossed and Greed lulls his head back.] Glad to hear it.
[A hum, eyes to close on the other side of the line. Sultry glances to a faceless audience. Nails finally finding the hollow of a wood frame and he raps his knuckles against it.]
The sign - it should be pretty obvious, but since you've been gone a while - [Greed trails off, head moving away and his voice goes with it. As if there's space finally birthed in the in-between.]
- The Devil's Nest. It's not ready yet, but feel free.
[Gunji wasn't aware he was doing it, copying Greed that is, but it was true. With each sound he heard and recognized, the blond took to acting it out, shit, he even smirked the way his friend did too.
From what Gunji could work out, it sounded as if Greed had moved into a more comfortable accommodation. Letting that sink in for a moment, he decided it was an invitation, an invitation he couldn't refuse.]
Oya! Ya got ya'sel a real nice pad to crash in, neh, that what ya sayin'? Ya got 'nythin better than creamed corn to eat? I'm star~ving!!
[Nails lifting. Moving with the lazy scrape of his bands across a wood surface and he grips something. Solid snatch, tin sounding back and for a moment, there's a tiredness to his tone. A flip of the wrist and he's tossing the can, catching it in the next breath.]
Sorry friend. Doesn't look like we've got other options. [Because yeah, he's picked that pantry. Barebone minimum with only the corn left. Flood of it, a mocking sort of gesture on COMPASS's part.]
Wish I had some better news for you. But if you want it, it's all yours.
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Voice; because Gunji can't read or write [Week 10 - Day(s) 3 -5]
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And here I thought you hadn't made it, friend. Glad to see I was wrong.
[Because out of them all, Gunji proved the best at following orders. Even if he did tend to tread on the bloodier-side of exchanges, he was good to listen. Good to have as eyes and ears and Greed scratches under his chin. A brief pause.]
Yeah, I noticed. Looks like COMPASS has something a bit different in store for us this time. [And his tone is playful, but dangerous. A blurring of the two, as if he doesn't take the matter too lightly.]
[But he snaps his fingers. Lets the noise vibrate through the feed.]
Where am I? The same place. [Down below; in a room stolen, bare bones to make his home.] Ah- right. You haven't been formally introduced yet, have you?
[May as well bide the time and wait. After all, there's that little end to the conversation he's interested about.]
Academic Building, lower floor. Can't miss it.
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Ya fuckin' kiddin' me right? Me, not make it? Kyaha! Ya don't got to worry about me, I'll always be jus' fine neh!
[No, Gunji had never actually been invited to other peoples dorms before, normally he's the guy they pretend to not hear knocking whenever he does happen by. That and the fact he's crap with remembering places, sense of direction like moth.]
... Can't miss what, ney?
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[Because he's missed the sound, too. Gunji an oddity, always chomping at the bit. Begging for more, more, more and oh, could the Sin compliment his avarice. But it was for an entirely different kind of currency. One made with life and blood; it'd be a mess, in the end.]
[And despite appearance, he didn't fancy himself the violent sort.]
[He jerks still. Eerie silence coming in like a phantom-crossed and Greed lulls his head back.] Glad to hear it.
[A hum, eyes to close on the other side of the line. Sultry glances to a faceless audience. Nails finally finding the hollow of a wood frame and he raps his knuckles against it.]
The sign - it should be pretty obvious, but since you've been gone a while - [Greed trails off, head moving away and his voice goes with it. As if there's space finally birthed in the in-between.]
- The Devil's Nest. It's not ready yet, but feel free.
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From what Gunji could work out, it sounded as if Greed had moved into a more comfortable accommodation. Letting that sink in for a moment, he decided it was an invitation, an invitation he couldn't refuse.]
Oya! Ya got ya'sel a real nice pad to crash in, neh, that what ya sayin'? Ya got 'nythin better than creamed corn to eat? I'm star~ving!!
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[Nails lifting. Moving with the lazy scrape of his bands across a wood surface and he grips something. Solid snatch, tin sounding back and for a moment, there's a tiredness to his tone. A flip of the wrist and he's tossing the can, catching it in the next breath.]
Sorry friend. Doesn't look like we've got other options. [Because yeah, he's picked that pantry. Barebone minimum with only the corn left. Flood of it, a mocking sort of gesture on COMPASS's part.]
Wish I had some better news for you. But if you want it, it's all yours.