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dumbshow2018-03-25 04:55 pm
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Less than five, depending on the day.
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[His parents, presumably. That's two. Does he have friends? Greed honestly isn't certain. He ought to, it's not like he's got a shit personality-- Jesus, he's a ray of sunshine, he's cute and charming and bright, who wouldn't want to be his friend, damn-- but rich kids tend to be lonely. And Ling in particularly comes across as very, very lonely sometimes.]
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[That's two. Uh.]
My bodyguard, sometimes, when she's too frustrated with me to remember to call me "sir"! [hahaha cute right, anyway, he's given up] That's all I've got.
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Your bodyguard's a girl?
[. . . is what he says instead.]
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Yes! We've known each other since we were young, and she doesn't like you at all.
[He's apparently very happy about this, more in the sense that they're both very special and so any intersection of the two of them is great. Also, it's funny.]
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[From someone else, that might have been indignant. From him, it's utterly delighted, and he laughs. This girl sounds . . . well, weird, honestly, what kind of woman fights, what the hell, but also: the best kinds of girls are the ones that are easily provoked.
(The best kinds of girls are ones that can kick his ass, but once again we see the divide between what Greed thinks he likes and what he really does).]
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[Ling, have a filter? Not likely. He's known Lan Fan far too long to tell her any less than every detail. She'd hound him extra intensely if he didn't, anyway.]
She thinks you're a bad influence, among other things.
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[He leans forward, resting his weight against the bar, fingers sliding lightly against the side of Ling's neck.]
I got you smoking, drinking . . . fighting, now, but I bet she won't mind that one so much.
You gonna tell her when you spend the night with me?
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Probably. She'll figure it out if I don't come home, anyway.
[There's nowhere else he's likely to be, considering.]
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Sure she won't bust in my apartment and try and kill me for kidnapping you?
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Do I still get to go home with you if I say she might? She's dedicated!
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[Kind of hot of Lan Fan or kind of hot that he might wake up with a gun pointed to his head? Maybe both? Who knows with Greed. And he hadn't actually intended to fuck Ling tonight, but on the other hand, taking him home doesn't necessarily mean he's going to outright bed him. It just means they'll be extending the evening a little farther.]
C'mon. Take your shot, I'll drive.
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You're not her type, [because not everybody wants to fuck who they fight, Greed. Let Lan Fan live her best life, because Ling certainly isn't letting her, running off with shady bartenders as he is. He tips the shot back- winces, makes a face like he'll cough, doesn't- and slides off the stool.
Look at him, so good at drinking. Let's roll!!]
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[At least he didn't cough? That's . . . something, he supposes. Better than nothing. Ling's meticulously swept back hair (tied in a bun, god, he looks good like that) is once more mussed with, though not enough that it'll actually fall out of that style.
Greed's apartment is, perhaps surprisingly, not in the direction where things get really dicey. It's still not great, butt the Lexus probably won't get jacked overnight, so. Progress! The building itself is tall and, sadly, has no elevators, so it's a long five flights they climb, but . . . it's kind of worth the view.
It's a loft apartment, located at the very top. All one room, there's a bed and a shitty stove and a lot of neon signs and movie posters, and, oddly enough, a few cat toys. There's also a really beat up looking cat wandering around, or at least presumably there is, although right now it doesn't seem to be in sight.
Lights hang from the ceiling; he finds a remote somewhere and changes them from white to a warm, darker orange, dim and comfortable. The smell of cigarettes is dispelled by a fresh breeze from an open window; clothing, sweatpants and t-shirts and boxers, are gathered vaguely by a laundry basket.]
Home sweet home. You like it?
[Obviously he does. It's Greed's apartment. Women have flung themselves at him to see it.]
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He is looking at everything very blatantly, though. Weird posters! Sweatpants! Marvelous!
Then when he sees a cat toy, he turns to beam at Greed. holy shit!!] You have a pet?
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[THE WORST CAT EVER . . . who also, apparently, does not meow. That would be far too charming. Instead, from somewhere vaguely in the kitchen area: a loud, indignant bellow. A MEH of indignation; a shout that does not ask for food or comfort or love so much as complain as to why the owner isn't already receiving it.]
Don't pay him attention, it's what he wants.
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But you kept him anyway. What's his name?
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Envy.
[A beat, and then:]
Because he's ugly as shit and he's jealous of anyone who comes over. Move, you--
[That's for the cat. He nudges him with one boot, the movement gentle but brooking no argument, and starts perusing the fridge. There's more than Ling might expect in there, but not a whole lot.]
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You never struck me as a cat person.
[and he clearly is, no denying it.]
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[Gently Implied New York, Maybe, the city with a million rats that never sleeps.
Envy is a piece of shit. There may be attempts to vaguely charm Ling, but he'd best produce food soon or else this friendship will end fast in favor of screaming.]
You hungry again?
[he's not, but you learn a guy's habits after a while.]
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Are you feeding me instead of your cat? I'm not sure I like the comparison.
[That said, since he's doing his best but Envy The Cat is an ornery motherfucker,] I could eat something.
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[Sadly true. Greed may like his cat in a grudging sort of way, but he does not kiss him. But ah, all right, beef jerky it is, sorry to literally everyone involved in this thread but that's what he throws him.
Disgusting.]
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Or: Ling does not catch this jerky, it hits him in the arm and lands on the floor, and both he and the cat stare at it for a moment until Ling slides it in the cat's direction. Not that he couldn't fuck up some beef jerky, but if he eats any more beef in one day he will turn into a cow.]
How about crackers? Surely you have crackers.
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[Does he? Maybe. There's a bit of stretching, and he finally hoists himself up on the counter so as to reach the top shelf, where he does indeed have some saltines, not expired but pretty stale.
Envy is not eating the beef jerky. Envy may, later, eat it, but right now Envy is too busy looking at Greed in undisguised hatred.]
You gotta work on your reflexes, babe.
[Isn't that an upgrade.]
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I'm keeping your cat entertained. Go on, throw the crackers.
[He's ready to catch (and be disappointed, you live like this???)]
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thanks moana
hey don't
you're welcome
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