[Inspected, sure, whatever he wants to call it. Ling is confident, not minding at all the way Greed looks him up and down (honestly, can he stop wearing shirts? This is much more comfy), but he's got the plucky confidence of someone who's never really been taken down a peg. These abs aren't for show, but he breaks out of his own bedroom more than he does anything serious.
So... work in progress.
He reaches up to drape his arms over Greed's shoulders again, stepping closer in what little space he still has.]
Are you just trying to make me feel special? I won't complain if you are.
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So... work in progress.
He reaches up to drape his arms over Greed's shoulders again, stepping closer in what little space he still has.]
Are you just trying to make me feel special? I won't complain if you are.