[God, Greed is unfair— Ling can't physically press himself any closer than this, but that itch he can't scratch feeling is back with a vengeance already. He shifts to tangle their legs together, less endeared by sweatpants for a brief moment--]
I'll spoil you, sure. We can go somewhere you pick next time.
[To make it fair, but also because that uptown life is oppressive; he won't subject Greed to it all the time.]
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I'll spoil you, sure. We can go somewhere you pick next time.
[To make it fair, but also because that uptown life is oppressive; he won't subject Greed to it all the time.]