#inviida

  It was a strange sensation to be reborn in a body not of your own. Well- it was his now, but it hadn’t been before and to have taken consciousness from a previous inhabitant left a tang on his tongue that couldn’t quite be described. It felt like walking into a stranger’s house and getting comfortable in their bed. Again, not that he was above that course of action, but it left something to be desired in terms of comfort. 

  Either way, retraining his new meat suit would take time, especially when considering that the previous tenant was ever reluctant to leave. Thankfully ( and don’t mistake that this was meant with the utmost sarcasm ) should he grow bored he could always find company in his siblings. Or- so that seems to be the thinking of their dear old daddy, who must be under the presumption that whatever differences the old Greed had with his fellow humonculi was based off experiences rather then the fundamental insufferable nature most of them carried. 

 Most of them being Envy, specifically, who’s high pitch of voice was similar to the sound of rusted gears screeching and threatening to provide a near constant headache. Everything about them was like a match burning at his patience, sinking it’s teeth into any inclination he had to be docile in nature and get along with faux family. 

 Suffice to say, they may have been born of the same blood but he was exactly aching to be in the same room- or acknowledge relation in any sort. However, he had been tasked with a job already and considering that he’d been effectively wiped clean it wasn’t as though he had a reason not to comply. Even if he’d prefer not have to deal with Envy- it wasn’t as though he had much better to do.