@loyalbodyguard "Hey doll face, can you make me somethin' to eat? I'm starvin'!" Greed pouts, looking over at Lan Fan with a pleading look.

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@loyalbodyguard "Hey doll face, can you make me somethin' to eat? I'm starvin'!" Greed pouts, looking over at Lan Fan with a pleading look.

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@loyalbodyguard Greed frowns at her. This was new, but he could hardly blame her. However, she needs to eat to keep up her strength. "'M sorry 'bout Fu.." Especially since it was partially his fault. He could have tried to stop him. He remembers how it happened, the memories crystal clear to him. The sin sits down beside her. "But he wouldn't want ya to beat yourself up over his death. He'd want ya to stay healthy."
Sharing Beds
@loyalbodyguard Greed smirks, surprised that the bodyguard is actually scooting herself over. He kicks off his boots and settles himself comfortably on the bed, arms crossed behind his head. "You're a real pal, Lan Fan. Have to make sure this body stays well rested, wouldn't want the prince to get sick." He was partially joking, but that would suck if the pissant did get sick.
Continued from X @loyalbodyguard
“You’ll do fine. I couldn’t find its nest, so I’m counting on you to take care of it, okay?”
Busted u.u
Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.
Pain. That was the first thing he registered. He sat up, wiping sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand.
He was still in the Armstrong estate. He could tell that much before he was even fully lucid; the bed was too big, and too soft - There WAS a bed, instead of the ground; It was too warm, with no wind or rain, but not warm enough to be home; Everything smelled faintly of some sort of flowery soap. It was strange.
With a strained grunt, he pushed himself out of bed, ignoring the protest of a body convinced it was dead. Through the massive windows in the room he’d been given, the very first rays of butter-yellow and fiery orange sun were just beginning to spill across the floor. He glanced towards the door for only a moment - it was closed, and he heard no footsteps approaching - before kneeling before the window and closing his eyes. He let his mind go towards those he was thankful for - Mother and Father and Master and Dear Older Brother; To his travelling companions - Mei and her cat- Ah, panda, Dr. Marcoh, Jerso, Zampano, and, yes, even Yoki; To the Ishvalans he had met along the way, who had shown him kindness even after he had thought himself condemned; He thought to Major Miles, working to make the country better in spite of what it had done to their people; To Greed the Avaricious, who had overcome the very nature of what he was to save those he cared about, and he thought of everyone he had fought alongside during the Promised Day. He shifted his weight forward, bowing forehead to floor and gritting his teeth as the stab wound in his abdomen screamed at him to stop. Even when on the run, he had never missed morning prayer. He had no idea if Ishvala would hear the requests of one such as himself, but he never gave up. It was the least he could do, right?
“You should be in bed.” The voice startled him, and he sat up suddenly, wincing and clutching his hand over the bandages on his abdomen. He looked to the side, and the stern face that greets him seemed almost too young to wear such an expression.
“You were heavy to carry out of there, you know. If you hurt yourself, I’m not carrying you back to bed.” She crossed her arms, and he snorted, but otherwise gave no reply. Another beat. Neither does she.
“I’ll go back when this is over.” He said finally, settling once more into a comfortable position. One more moment of silence.
“I can see why Mei likes you so much - you’re both so stubborn.” She muttered, more to herself than anyone else. He said nothing.
“… She would like to see you, before we go.” Lan Fan said, then turned to leave the dead man who shouldn’t be alive to his prayers.

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"Tell me"
Put a “Tell me" in my ask and my character will answer…
If you snuck into my room I would:
[ ] Go back to sleep [ ] Kick you out[ X ] Cuddle with you [ ] Be like “How in the world?”[ ] Let you sleep on the floor [ ] Become angry
If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:
[X ] Kiss or hug you back [ X ] Smile and laugh[ ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable [ ] Push you away[ X ] Be shocked [ ] Strike you
If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:
[ ] No [ X ] Yes [ ] Most certainly not. [ X] Without hesitation.
You are:
[ X ] Cute [ X] Adorable [ ] Attractive [ X ] Beautiful[ ] Okay [ ] Ugly [ ] Am not going to grace this with an answer
You are to me a:
[ ] Stranger [ ] Acquaintance [ X ] Ally[ X ] Friend [X ] Love [ ] Rival [ ] Enemy
I find you to be:
[ ] Pathetic [ ] Off no consequence [ X ] Intriguing [ ] Frightening [ ] Unsettling [ ] Annoying [ ] Infuriating [ X ] Pleasant company [ X ] Comforting [ X ] Unable to be lived without [ X ] Trustworthy
“Do I know you?”
Oh- it’s... her? Do I play it cool or should I be honest? “I dunno, I think I’d remember a cutie like you, but hey, I could be wrong.” He answered, scratching the back of his neck. It wasn’t a lie- he actually couldn’t be sure this was the girl who’d nearly lost her arm again on Promise Day- his memory was still faulty, and all he remembered was a mask(and that arm, of course- but anyone could get automail).
Thoughts on Lan Fan u.u
“Lan Fan? She’s cute, she’s tough, the prince is a lucky guy.” He shrugs, looking away remembering the sheer determination the girl had shown to defend her prince, even though she truly seemed to hate him- now that part brought a smile to his face, because he did always love the challenge of getting people who disliked him to feel otherwise. “Got a lot of spunk, too, but a bit reckless- honestly just my type.”