[Silently, the Sin glides his hand under the lip of the bar. He catches something on the snare of his claws - the rustle of it, as soft and delicate as shifting paper. Greed yanks a pack of mangled cigarettes from beneath the counter and as he sets the curve of his tailbone against the prep station behind him, he levels the box at the lip of the sink.]
Catrina. [He lets her name rattle on his tongue, and the forks of it tremble at the tips of his teeth. The way she got here, however - that earns a look. The Sin's expression gradually changes and as that confidence of his slips into something a bit more confused, more bewildered, he puckers out the lower part of his lip.]
Huh? [Greed vaguely digs the curve of his claw under the top of the pack, plucking it partially open.] Sorry, I'm not exactly sure what you're talking about. What do you mean, an edible demon? [He clamps the filter of one of the cigarettes between the sides of two of his claws, dragging it up and out of the box.] Eh, forget it. Might not have ended exactly how you think, sweetheart. Not everyone here is supposed to be dead.
[Not everyone, however some - the former homunculus twirls the cigarette over to pat it three times against the flat of the prep counter. Dk, dk, dk.] Is that so? Tavern's a good place to start, but don't get the wrong idea. The people here - [Greed sucks at the corner of his mouth.] - well, they can be a pretty lively bunch. Think you can handle something like that?
[The question comes with a flick of his eyes and as they slide over the rims of his sunglasses, the slits of them shrill at the frames. Their points, viper-thin and still. The former homunculus tucks the cigarette behind his ear. Churning out liquor is easy, but that other thing she mentioned: the ability to improve sound.]
[Oh, does it get his interest.]
[Greed raps his teeth together thoughtfully.] Now, that's something. So you can change the sound around you? [He pushes himself forward, causing some of the bottles on the shelves to quiver. But while he's all slow movements and practiced steps, Kamora simply watches; her perch on the bar interrupted only by the slight brush and flit of her tail.]
[The former homunculus grabs a coin off the bar.] Would be interested to see how that works. Think you could try it on this? [With little more than a snap of his thumb, he sends it spinning across the surface; its light noise, tinkling metal against the wood.]
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Date: 2025-05-28 02:53 am (UTC)Catrina. [He lets her name rattle on his tongue, and the forks of it tremble at the tips of his teeth. The way she got here, however - that earns a look. The Sin's expression gradually changes and as that confidence of his slips into something a bit more confused, more bewildered, he puckers out the lower part of his lip.]
Huh? [Greed vaguely digs the curve of his claw under the top of the pack, plucking it partially open.] Sorry, I'm not exactly sure what you're talking about. What do you mean, an edible demon? [He clamps the filter of one of the cigarettes between the sides of two of his claws, dragging it up and out of the box.] Eh, forget it. Might not have ended exactly how you think, sweetheart. Not everyone here is supposed to be dead.
[Not everyone, however some - the former homunculus twirls the cigarette over to pat it three times against the flat of the prep counter. Dk, dk, dk.] Is that so? Tavern's a good place to start, but don't get the wrong idea. The people here - [Greed sucks at the corner of his mouth.] - well, they can be a pretty lively bunch. Think you can handle something like that?
[The question comes with a flick of his eyes and as they slide over the rims of his sunglasses, the slits of them shrill at the frames. Their points, viper-thin and still. The former homunculus tucks the cigarette behind his ear. Churning out liquor is easy, but that other thing she mentioned: the ability to improve sound.]
[Oh, does it get his interest.]
[Greed raps his teeth together thoughtfully.] Now, that's something. So you can change the sound around you? [He pushes himself forward, causing some of the bottles on the shelves to quiver. But while he's all slow movements and practiced steps, Kamora simply watches; her perch on the bar interrupted only by the slight brush and flit of her tail.]
[The former homunculus grabs a coin off the bar.] Would be interested to see how that works. Think you could try it on this? [With little more than a snap of his thumb, he sends it spinning across the surface; its light noise, tinkling metal against the wood.]