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[The sounds of something being chewed can be heard before Catrina hisses at the phone]

Dammit! Why won't you record the inbox message!? Is it even on!? HELLLO!?

[It cuts off with a beep at the end... the phone was working the whole time :<]

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[gimmeeyeballs]

The one and only. [Catrina couldn't help but say that as she listens along, glad that Greed wasn't going to implore more on that fickle subject of 'edible demons'. Sure, those little shits were delicious for ramen toppings, but voracious like piranha if not captured correctly.] I just really lucked out on that one.

[Those aqua colored eyes watched as Greed twirled the cigarette in his fingers, the motion being something amusing to the horrid blue booger] Definitely, we had a lot of violent brawls beforehand, so I'm no stranger to it. Not even joking about that one time a patron brought a fucking hammer to a bar fight.

[She is insanely casual about that incident, like it was something of an 'oh that was a weird thing haha' sort of statement.]

[Oh there we go, Catrina grins as she's offered the chance to use her sound defect on something now that she's gained interest. Catrina watches the coin carefully, debating, her eyes glinting at what choices she had. Catrina points at the coin like a finger gun, the sound defect making the fading coin play out segments of 'Piano Man' by Billy Joel.] I can also make foot steps silent for stealth jobs if needed.

[Yep that coin is indeed singing that specific Billy Joel song as it lands, Catrina has her sharp tooth smirk of being proud of that one.] Anything else you'd like me to use sound defect on?

[nestingdevil]

[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?

[gimmeeyeballs]

Yeah, used to be an opera singer, the prima-donna back home before going into being a traveling bard for a time. Fun shit that was, both of them. [She doesn't blame the Sin on being distracted by the coin, it's Billy Joel, you can't go wrong with a classic bard like that one. Catrina was feeling confident about how the interview was going along.]

[Watching the coin being stopped, Catrina smirked a bit as she answers] Fair, upside, the hammer magnet can still compete in beauty contests still, only had both of his knees knocked out. [Catrina leaves that one be, returning to topic of the potential employment.]

It is, fun as hell to use too. [Catrina smirks as she hears that one] Well, it is Hell, plus had someone back home that was like that too that required my talent for projects like it. [Well that and Catrina was leaving out her little monster Danza who is stewing in their tamagotchi prison, listening, waiting, wanting to commit grand theft once more.]

[This was a good sign to Catrina as she commits the name to memory] I'll be back then to chat with Nanami Kento, I'm looking forward to working the bar.

[Catrina goes to put her listening antenna on as she listens to the deal of working for Greed. What a weird way of saying of joining the family deal, but oh well, whatever floats Greed's boat, she'll gladly take him in as found family on her end. Once the explanation concludes, Catrina is smiling from antenna to antenna] I'm fully on board with that.

[nestingdevil]

[She continues, and the Sin's eyes squint behind his shades. The grin on his face is telling; the coil of it, how it lifts away his lips, exposing the tips of his teeth like wet, clean razors. He takes another pull off the cigarette before setting it aside on the edge of the sink. It's slow, dropping ash, counting away the seconds.]

Don't know about a beauty contest, but let's just say someone I used to know had a way of using one. [As if to illustrate, Greed clamps two of his fingers together to tap against the side of his temple.] Though, it tended to get a little messy.

[An explanation, however - it never comes. And as he drops his hand back against the rim of the sink, the former homunculus guides his claws around the cigarette again, causing the smoke of it to kiss over his knuckles like a ghost in flight.] Ha - ! I'm sure it is. It's a pretty useful talent. [Greed stretches out his legs, looping his ankles loosely in front of him.]

Nanami Kento. [He repeats, his voice purring silk at the back of his throat.] He's the accountant, but don't let him fool you. The man might look like another suit, but there's more to him than that. Just try not to be too offended if he isn't exactly friendly, hmn? He can be a bit of a stiff on a good day.

[Pressing two of his palms behind him, the Sin unwinds his ankles to shove his weight forward on the cuts of his heels.] It's settled, then. Though, keep in mind that it's always going to be your choice, Cat. No regrets. [Greed thumbs at the outline of his pocket. He catches the side of a matchbox with his nail before tossing it out onto the bar. It skids across the counter, smooth and crooked. A final transaction without the need for a signature.]

Tomorrow. [Greed tightens his tongue at the roof of his mouth.] And remember - no regrets.

[gimmeeyeballs]

Oh, yeah, forgot it’d knock out a bit of thinking goop right there [Catrina was morbidly amused by the demonstration, letting loose her ‘nicknames’ for brains..this is mellowed out compared to the others she has under those grody sleeves.] I heard it cleans up easily with diluted hydrogen peroxide or so I’m told anyways.

[A part of Catrina was relieved to not be asked for any explanations, it brings up some pretty…’interesting’ stories from back home. Her hand tail swishes a bit, a sign of being relaxed and at ease] It sure is, works in a pinch whenever I need it to. [Catrina feels very at home right now with this entire interview, cigarettes and all.]

Got it, I’ll be meeting up with Nanami Kento tomorrow then. [The mental picture Catrina was getting from the description is a resting bitch faced accountant that may have done shady things in the past which is absolutely fine by her.] Eh that shit is fine with me, so long he isn’t too quiet, I think I’ll sail on just fine. [Catrina wishes she could purr like that, alas, if she tried, it’d probably sound like she was horking something up instead.]

[Catrina perks up that possum looking head of hers right up, thrilled that she pretty much got the job. Catrina’s tiny sharp teeth glistens when she hears this] I don’t regret things I want, I want this job and I’m getting it, no regrets here. [Catrina accepts the matchbox readily as this is the coolest thing ever, forget signatures!]

Right Boss, I’ll be here tomorrow, I don’t regret anything. [Yep, Catrina is fully sold and on board with this.]

[nestingdevil]

Maybe for most, but you don't need that. Not with me. [The Sin plants one of his elbows into the counter to sag lazily over the bar top. He lets his claws hang from the looseness of his wrist, causing the cigarette to burn listlessly between his fingers. Another wad of ash tumbles off the tip and as it spreads along the surface, it draws out a line. Like that of sand, shifting under a dry, summer sun.]

[Finally, he shoves the butt into an ashtray, grinding it to soot.] But we'll save that for another time. [Greed answers, rubbing the filter with his thumb.] And that's right, Nanami Kento. [How he says the name, though - it isn't so much a purr as it is a rumble. Something deeper, sunken, like a bass strummed low, low, low. The Sin shrinks his grin over his teeth.] Eh, like I said, guy's a bit short usually. Don't take it personally if he sticks strictly to business.

[But then she says the magic words (those sweet, short, magic words), and the former homunculus flicks his glance to her from the frames of his sunglasses. Wanting without regret, taking without hesitation: they're music to his ears. Something that hits directly to that core of his, grazing like a delicate, purposeful touch. The Sin exhales, and the last winks of tobacco cut across the points of his teeth.] None, huh? Ha - ! All right, then. If you say so. I do like that avarice of yours, Cat. [Her name snaps off the forks of his tongue, rattling like the shell of a tumbleweed.] But always keep in mind that working for me is going to be different, huh? Though, if you're sure -

[The former homunculus pushes himself from the counter, and a sheet of thinned, blackened ash twirls up from the tray; its shape similar to that of a dust devil, skirting across the desert.] - once you're done with Kento, come find me. And we'll get you set up.

[With the cigarette gone, he reaches out to extend his hand, forcing all five of his fingers to spread open wide.]

Welcome to the Devil's Nest, kid.

[gimmeeyeballs]

Nice, no hammer needed. That's great to know. [Catrina was being serious for a change, she really was relieved to know Greed didn't need a hammer for playing real life whack a mole. It completely flies pass this blue gremlin's head, she was more focused on the interview and scoring the job.]

[Catrina shifts a bit from her spot, as she pays attention to Greed] Sounds like a plan to me. [Now that Catrina had a name, she was certainly ready to meet up with the fabled Nanami Kento of lore.] Eh, no worries there, I mean look at me, I'm pretty short myself. Who am I to talk about being short? [Catrina...I don't know if you misunderstood that one or if that was a pun..it was probably a pun.]

Absolutely, when I have my mind set on something, I simply must have it. [This was probably one of the many reason why Catrina landed in Hell in the first place. Clearly, this booger is proud of having her avarice being praised like that..yeah Catrina is liking this.] I'm absolutely sure about this one, I want this job and I'm fully on board with this.

Rodger, I'll be right back with you after meeting up with Kento to get things started up. [Yep, Catrina is right now a very motivated little gremlin and was dead set on meeting this Kento person for the job.]

[Catrina grins big time as she accepted the handshake, thankfully she is gloved so no hand rashes are to be had here today.]

Thanks Boss, this is the start of an absolutely gorgeous employment.