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[God, his hair is going to be wet for hours, Greed!! This is the worst! Or: Ling whines until he's released to at least comb it back into a new ponytail, wet... he'll complain again when it dries with a crease in it, so look forward to that. Then it's back to the journey to bed, and he absolutely revels in Greed's attention. Not that he thought he'd be immediately abandoned to his nap, but he's sleepy and satisfied and even clingier than usual for it.

He even hums and squirms a few times, appreciative of the fingers against his back. It's all very soft and intimate, made even more so by the light shining through the blinds and Ling trying his very best to stay awake for as much Greed time as he can get. It's going great, which is to say - he's definitely dozing off sooner rather than later.

But he's still somewhat aware of the world when Greed speaks again, and to be honest he doesn't really comprehend the words, but the tone is sweet and so Ling sleepily wiggles a hand up, eyes still closed, to bop Greed on the nose.]

Keeping you, [he murmurs, and then,] Mine.

[And then there's about five seconds before he's out cold, so if Greed is going to have some kind of paranoid issue about that, he'll have to do it later. Ling sleeps well into the evening, after Greed has gone back to do his boss man stuff, and he only emerges squinting from the bedroom sometime after more people have come back to the apartment and some manner of dinner has been had.

Is this why Ling is up? He sensed food in his sleep? Don't question it. Lan Fan will be on him in seconds to make sure he's fed and mutter something in his ear that seemingly wakes him up a little more, but he elects not to share in a room full of people.

Later, when people have cleared off to sleep, or drink, or whatever they do, he casually announces around some takeout,] I've been disinherited for running away!

[How......... fun!! Make the rest of that cash count, babe.]

[He does panic a little after Ling falls asleep, which is why he then throws himself into work. Things are going well; his people have settled into their jobs, and are bringing home a little more than their fair share, which means they'll be able to come back home for good soon.

There's a fair few things discussed, politics and business and suggestions, and a lot of work getting done. But then people are heading out again, and Ling wanders out, and oh, god, but he looks cute like that, all sleepy and confused, bruises on his neck and Greed's shirt on . . . Lan Fan grabs him before Greed can, which is probably for the best.

They're eating takeout Chinese, and Greed is just wondering if it'd be weird to ask how this tastes compared to real Chinese food when Ling speaks.

And . . . oh, he thinks. It's not exactly a shock, no, but still he lowers his fork, watching Ling carefully. There's got to be some emotional reaction, right? He doesn't care much about the people within his family, but he'd been hellbent on raising them up as a whole. So surely there has to be some emotional fallout from that.]

They give you a formal notice or something?

[Or give Lan Fan, maybe . . . how does an official disinheritance even work?]

[The Chinese food is tolerable; Ling will eat anything, after all, and he's incredibly hungry after his incredible thirst. All he wants to do now is lean against Greed and eat his vegetables, but he's gone and relayed the bad news and now he has to deal with it. It stings in a way he can't help and doesn't like; individually, the members of his family can go fuck themselves, more or less. As a whole? They can go fuck themselves, too!

But he was doing something with it, and alright, he really wasn't planning on going back but he thought it might take more time than this to cut him off completely. It's a hit to his pride more than anything else, a bitter feeling in his stomach reserved for failure and the distinct shame of being told, no matter how indirectly, that you aren't needed anymore.

So that's that. He has Greed and he has Lan Fan; he's happy here with cheap Chinese takeout and cramped showers, the two of them make it worth it even without the others' added help— but if it didn't bother him at all to be cut off, well, he wouldn't bring it up.

He shrugs.]

Lan Fan was contacted while... [they fooled around in the shower, which can be implied, but for Lan Fan's sake he will not just blurt it out. Implying it!!] I guess I'm not worth speaking to in person anymore!

[ha ha FUCK these guys]

Or they're not worth seeing.

[Because if anyone's at fault here, it isn't Ling. Greed watches him for a few more seconds, then jerks back, pulling out from the table.]

C'mere.

[Come sit in his lap, babe.]

Well—hmm. [Well, maybe he should give this more thought— Not that it's his fault or anything like that, but a little more thought!!

He does set his takeout box down, shift himself over to Greed's lap, and pick up the food again. Hey.]

[Hey. That's pretty much what he was thinking, and he slings an arm around his hips, nosing lightly against his shoulder.]

They're shit.

[He says it simply, with a quiet conviction. Because he knows, honestly. He knows how it feels to spitefully cut off your family and yet feel abandoned by them; how that sense of loss can twist in you. He remembers, and then he remembers burying it under years of flippancy and fury.]

And they never did anything for you. Right?

[Hm, well, cuddling does help. And calling everybody shit helps too, in its own way— at least he's here with Greed! So it could be worse, but for now - that hollow feeling still sits in his stomach, waiting for... something to happen.

He doesn't know what, but something. Maybe he torches the nice car he used to drive around, that'd be fun.]

Nothing besides hand out money, no. Not like you.

[Any other time, he'd absolutely leap on that. Not like you, he'd crow about his own allure and magnetism and bully Ling into complimenting him again and again.

But today . . . he leans up, nipping at one of the bruises adorning his neck.]

And you don't like them. Right? Daddy didn't pay you any attention, your siblings were shit . . . right?

[Cheer him up with goofy posturing later, thanks. For now he hums and leans into Greed, poking chopsticks dully at his food. Hmm.]

That's right. I never want to see them again— but admittedly, I didn't expect it to be so... abrupt.

Yeah.

[His fingers slide sedately up his stomach, slipping beneath his oversized shirt to drag against his skin. It's not a lecherous touch, for once; just skin-on-skin contact, soothing and intimate. There's silence for a long few seconds, and then, his voice low and intent:]

Listen to me. You know I don't lie, kiddo, so don't take this as pandering.

But the real answer to all of this is that you're too good for them. I'm not saying that to make you feel good, I'm telling you: you're better than them, and that freaks them out. You're too ambitious and too smart, and they knew you'd outshine em in an instant. There's some families that just want you for what you can do for them, and the second you decide that isn't for you or you pick a different path, they throw you out. And it feels like shit, but that doesn't mean it wasn't the right thing to do.

[He glares moodily at Ling's back, his grip on him tightening.]

But the answer they're gonna give you, and the answer you're gonna hear a lot, is that you got booted because you're ungrateful. Or you're immature, or you don't know what you're doing, or you're being stupid, or . . . whatever. Whatever they tell themselves to make themselves feel better at night. And just because they say it doesn't mean it's true.

And the way you know they're wrong is because a family-- a real family-- sticks with you, even when you're being an asshole and things aren't going great. That's why you still see everyone hanging around this piece of shit apartment.

You understand?

Edited 2018-05-31 20:09 (UTC)

[Ah-- a soft touch and the low rumble of Greed's voice, and Ling is comforted even without listening to what he's saying. Greed could be talking about how many pairs of leather pants he owns and Ling would feel better in an instant, probably, cozied close and intimate like this. But the words do help; he'll have things to think about for a while yet. Being thrown out doesn't heal overnight, even in these particular circumstances—he'll be fine, anyway.

...And this is definitely one of those situations where Greed is projecting, again; he can tell, but mercifully, he's not pointing it out immediately. He shifts to lean forward and put the takeout box down, then his hands slide over the backs of Greed's arms to rest on his hands, reaffirming Greed's hold on him.]

I do. ...Mostly.

[Gotta admit, his soft little feelings are still hurt. But he's here now, and he will be fine.]

Staying with you was always the right thing to do. We'll just be a little less wealthy without my bank account... I'm still glad, you know, like I said before— that I stayed with you.

[He's a bit of a downer right this second, but he's not lying.]

[He's absolutely projecting, but it's not as if Ling's situation is all that different from his own. And the fact of the matter that he's right; just because they're the rejects doesn't mean they're worse than their shit fathers.

Besides: his people might be ragged and strange, but they're his. He's learned more about love from them in half a year than he did from his family his entire life.]

Yeah.

[Soft, and he tugs lightly at Ling's hips, manhandling him and rearranging him gently until he's sitting sideways in Greed's lap-- all the better to look at him properly and kiss him. And then, against his mouth, ignoring the flare of panic in his stomach:]

Me too.

[Good thing he put his food down, now that he's being manhandled around. He lifts a hand to touch Greed's cheek, smoothing fingertips over his skin and down to his neck, where his hand stills. He's sweet, putting in the effort to comfort Ling like this - Ling's big, soft boy...

It's good to know that he has this, Greed and Lan Fan and the others, no matter what happens outside their own little world. He's happy here, a good place in a world that has suddenly left him to fend for himself.

And— he blinks a few times, then, with a small smile,] I think you said that before.

[luv u 2, soft boy]

[Oh . . . his nose wrinkles. Don't call him out like this? Greed shifts, ducking his head to nip lightly at Ling's jawline.]

Yeah, well. One round of fucking and you were ready to collapse for ten hours. I wasn't sure if you heard it.

[Oh, that's even cuter!! Congrats, Greed, the tsundere making faces thing gets him to smile broader.]

I always hear you. And you tired me out! It wasn't really ten hours, was it...?

Six or so.

[STOP CALLING HIM OUT, HE ISN'T CUTE? A harder bite, but he pulls back to look up at him, because the conversation is circling back into safer territory.]

It was one blowjob, Ling, I didn't exactly work you over.

[Six is a perfectly normal amount of hours to sleep! Ling can't help his nap length or how cute Greed is, which happens to be very. He does perk up some, though - indignant.]

And the tiles! You remember making me haul tiles around all morning?

Well, shit, I gotta help you build up those muscles somehow, huh?

[He grins. Love him, babe.]

Besides: you wanted to contribute. You wanted to help. It's not all posing so I have something nice to look forward to.

[He does, but not with that smug face. With a huff he leans in closer, laying his head on Greed's shoulder.]

A lot of it is posing, you have to admit. [lol.....] I carried the same stack of tiles very well, thank you very much.

You did.

[He says it magnanimously, as one hand slides down to massage his hip.]

Maybe tomorrow you'll pick up a paint brush, huh? Just wait til you get your first callous, I'll be so proud.

[Yes, thank you, appreciate him with more touches.]

From painting? You must be doing it wrong. My hands hurt a little now, look— [Look, look at his hand wiggling in Greed's face. Kiss it and make it feel better.]

Stop that--

[He grabs his wrist, tugging his hand back. Why is his boyfriend like this? Ridiculous and soft and completely, utterly irresistible, because Greed finds himself always wanting to do exactly as he says.

He doesn't kiss his hand. But he turns it upwards, thumb brushing against his palm. There is a hint of roughness there, though he doubts it'll last.]

If you paint any smiley faces on the walls tomorrow I'll paint your hair.

You'll have to wash it again. And then let me dry it, this time...!

[Please, touch his sad ponytail and discover some of his hair is still kind of damp. This is a mess. Ling twists his hand to take hold of Greed's, locking their fingers together and swinging them back and forth a little. Again, this is his, but he isn't saying it aloud right now.]

Let me paint one behind the bar.

Mm . . . no.

[But before Ling can protest (either mockingly or earnestly), Greed squeezes his head and steals a quick kiss.]

But I'll buy you some of that blacklight paint, and you can do it in that when we paint that layer.

[Cute... how dare he.]

Oh, how generous... Maybe I'll paint our names in a heart back there. Ah, but since the deed to the building is legally binding, should I put 'Greed' or 'Greg'?

[There it is.]

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