[A bleed of color scratches behind his sunglasses. It dips low behind the lenses; a lick of red humming, pulsing, like the end of a poker, hushed cold. Greed slides the pad of his finger across the bar top to follow the coin while it spins. He doesn't know the song, but that doesn't stop him from watching. From listening with a smile as cut and swinging as a moon, hanging at midnight.]
[The former homunculus touches his ear, gliding his thumb and middle finger along the sides of the cigarette.] The one and only, huh? Someone famous where you come from, then? [His voice is so far away. So distracted. Every turn of the coin reflects back in his shades twice over - its draining momentum, passing over the lenses like something set adrift.]
[Finally though, he extends one of his claws and with a snappish coil of his finger, he pins the coin to the bar. Its spin, silenced with the sharp twang of his nail meeting the copper of it. The Sin drags it away, and his tongue lashes over his lips.] You'd be surprised how useful a hammer can be, given the right circumstances. [He leaves it at that, slipping the coin soundlessly back into his pocket.]
But that's a pretty interesting ability you have there, sweetheart. [The end of his sentence chips off his teeth.] And that obvious, huh? We might be in Hell, but there's still some things that haven't changed. Could come in handy if we get another job like last time. [Slurring, he nudges the cigarette out from the shell of his ear. He strikes his claws quickly against the edge of the counter, urging up a flurry of sparks. Their pops and flicks, white hot and searing.]
[Greed leans into them to chuff at the end of his cigarette.] Come back tomorrow and talk to someone named Nanami Kento. [He says, and a pillow of smoke spreads over the roof of his mouth.] Tell him I sent you. We'll have you start on the bar back first. But - [The former homunculus waves his wrist, sending a ripple of ash tumbling down the bar.] - working for me is a bit different than most.
[He pulls away then, leaving a cloud of tobacco to thin in his wake like a powdered-dust print.] You'd be one of mine. Though, that doesn't mean what most people think it does. Whatever you've done before, whatever you do here - I don't really care. See, I may be selfish, Cat. But I've always been a big fan of choice. [The cigarette finds a home between his fingers and with a brush of his knuckle, he taps it twice over the mouth of the sink behind him, causing a clump of ash to tumble into bottom of it.]
So, I guess the real question is - [With a deep-barrel hum lodged in his chest, the Sin sways his head back towards her and a wisp of smoke unwinds from his teeth; its movement similar to a thread, pulling itself apart.] - are you still interested?
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Date: 2025-06-05 01:19 am (UTC)[The former homunculus touches his ear, gliding his thumb and middle finger along the sides of the cigarette.] The one and only, huh? Someone famous where you come from, then? [His voice is so far away. So distracted. Every turn of the coin reflects back in his shades twice over - its draining momentum, passing over the lenses like something set adrift.]
[Finally though, he extends one of his claws and with a snappish coil of his finger, he pins the coin to the bar. Its spin, silenced with the sharp twang of his nail meeting the copper of it. The Sin drags it away, and his tongue lashes over his lips.] You'd be surprised how useful a hammer can be, given the right circumstances. [He leaves it at that, slipping the coin soundlessly back into his pocket.]
But that's a pretty interesting ability you have there, sweetheart. [The end of his sentence chips off his teeth.] And that obvious, huh? We might be in Hell, but there's still some things that haven't changed. Could come in handy if we get another job like last time. [Slurring, he nudges the cigarette out from the shell of his ear. He strikes his claws quickly against the edge of the counter, urging up a flurry of sparks. Their pops and flicks, white hot and searing.]
[Greed leans into them to chuff at the end of his cigarette.] Come back tomorrow and talk to someone named Nanami Kento. [He says, and a pillow of smoke spreads over the roof of his mouth.] Tell him I sent you. We'll have you start on the bar back first. But - [The former homunculus waves his wrist, sending a ripple of ash tumbling down the bar.] - working for me is a bit different than most.
[He pulls away then, leaving a cloud of tobacco to thin in his wake like a powdered-dust print.] You'd be one of mine. Though, that doesn't mean what most people think it does. Whatever you've done before, whatever you do here - I don't really care. See, I may be selfish, Cat. But I've always been a big fan of choice. [The cigarette finds a home between his fingers and with a brush of his knuckle, he taps it twice over the mouth of the sink behind him, causing a clump of ash to tumble into bottom of it.]
So, I guess the real question is - [With a deep-barrel hum lodged in his chest, the Sin sways his head back towards her and a wisp of smoke unwinds from his teeth; its movement similar to a thread, pulling itself apart.] - are you still interested?