About a hundred years? [Because that's the amount of time it took him. Maybe a few years short, though Greed really couldn't put a date on it. Working for them, working for the rest - ] And you've almost got it right, but Envy and Gluttony weren't around. Not at first.
[Idly, his nail drums against the side of his glass. There are stark contrasts in the stories, changes that are off but not so much to raise red flags. The tip of his nail hitches into the glass briefly, pausing when he mentions:] Pride, huh? And who would I know him as? [Because the Pride he knows is the oldest one still.]
[And even in his eyes, Greed's always seen him as a monster.] So you're saying none of you are related, then? Not that we really were. Like I told you before, I've never been like the rest. [However, he does go quiet when his counterpart continues the story. Reuses the names, born of sin - Greed's eyes widen behind his sunglasses.] So, what? You were human once? All of you?
[All arrows point in the direction and Greed finally lifts his finger from the glass. The ice slips over itself, switching from one cube to the next as the scotch washes in.] That's new.
But ignoring your own instincts, huh. [His voice seems miles away for a minute there. Greed's eyes close, his eyebrows press into one another. And maybe that smile is forced, maybe it isn't.]
[Either way, he doesn't elaborate. Secrets closer, after all.] Sounds like it didn't go so well - [He chases a look across the bar, his thumb prying his sunglasses back open with a flick. The metal swings out, the silver catches light; making a sickly yellow dart across silver until the whole thing goes still again.]
- I won't lie to you; I really shouldn't be here, considering - [One eye slips open and Greed shrugs. Whatever he has to say, it doesn't quite matter.] - eh. If you've already met before, than you should already know.
[One hand goes to his pocket while the other makes a claw over the drink in question. Not of cool-hard carbon, but of flesh and blood. His knuckles are tense, his fingers stretch. Until the glass finds the pads of his skin and Greed makes a ring 'round the rim.] Not like that matters now, right?
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[Idly, his nail drums against the side of his glass. There are stark contrasts in the stories, changes that are off but not so much to raise red flags. The tip of his nail hitches into the glass briefly, pausing when he mentions:] Pride, huh? And who would I know him as? [Because the Pride he knows is the oldest one still.]
[And even in his eyes, Greed's always seen him as a monster.] So you're saying none of you are related, then? Not that we really were. Like I told you before, I've never been like the rest. [However, he does go quiet when his counterpart continues the story. Reuses the names, born of sin - Greed's eyes widen behind his sunglasses.] So, what? You were human once? All of you?
[All arrows point in the direction and Greed finally lifts his finger from the glass. The ice slips over itself, switching from one cube to the next as the scotch washes in.] That's new.
But ignoring your own instincts, huh. [His voice seems miles away for a minute there. Greed's eyes close, his eyebrows press into one another. And maybe that smile is forced, maybe it isn't.]
[Either way, he doesn't elaborate. Secrets closer, after all.] Sounds like it didn't go so well - [He chases a look across the bar, his thumb prying his sunglasses back open with a flick. The metal swings out, the silver catches light; making a sickly yellow dart across silver until the whole thing goes still again.]
- I won't lie to you; I really shouldn't be here, considering - [One eye slips open and Greed shrugs. Whatever he has to say, it doesn't quite matter.] - eh. If you've already met before, than you should already know.
[One hand goes to his pocket while the other makes a claw over the drink in question. Not of cool-hard carbon, but of flesh and blood. His knuckles are tense, his fingers stretch. Until the glass finds the pads of his skin and Greed makes a ring 'round the rim.] Not like that matters now, right?
So how long does this thing usually last?