Aug 6, 2015
Well, this was all new. Usually, Greed liked new. He lived for it. New experiences, new things or people to play with. This...not so much. For the first time in years, Greed was alone, and he was not happy about it.
Before he could get too deeply into a sulk, the homunculus caught sight of a rather lovely person out of the corner of his eye. Slipping easily into his usual demeanor, he stopped messing with the can he’d been idly kicking.
“Well, hey there, doll. What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ in an awful place like this?”
