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↳ { Pretty loud place, all things considering. 

Normally he wouldn't really bother coming here, preferring his bar, but now that he's been taken from said place and plopped in a town where he can't get most of his wants, it's necessary. A good chance to stretch his legs from the couch he's been curled up on for a few days.

Cigarette between his lips, Greed exhales, watching the smoke curl in the air and disappear. Children run to and fro, couples walk by examining the shops and such, while the man himself wanders in search of one of his preferred places now that he's got his cancer sticks. }

↳{ He would kill for a drink right now. }

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To: Oncie From: Greed

Text: Can't argue with that.

Text: I wouldn't like anybody else but me looking after them. I prefer to watch over what's mine, y'know?

Text: I'd take the time to be offended but you've got a point.

Text: As long as it's me in it I don't see why I wouldn't. You know me, I can make almost anything look good.

Text: I can't say no to an offer like that. Consider it a deal.

Text: I think I've got more than enough confidence for that, so don't worry your pretty little head too much.

Text: I guess I should go make myself pretty for you, huh?

♋ $ʏɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs ᴡ/ Gʀᴇᴇᴅ

To: Greedikins From: The Once-ler Date: 4/XX/14

Text: Hey, a little optimism goes a long way, doesn't it? Text: Some might, but I don't think so. No one's going to look out for our own assets but us, right? Text: Though...I'd like to hope you'd have my back, I'm not going to count on it. No offense, Dolly. Text: Anyway I'm sure you can relate.

Text: Oh, is that a challenge? I'm looking forward to it. I'm sure you'll make a great penguin. (`･⊝･´) Text: I'll even give you a little tip if you want to find me before I find you... Text: High society's built on putting up a face, y'know. If you have the confidence of an heir or a CEO then they'll think you are one. Simple as that!

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↳ { Hey, hey, now. He was just being fair, after all. He made sure the options weren't completely outrageous, and it's not like he was forcing him to accept. No, that wouldn't be like him at all. He always made sure there was more than one way out, even if the other selections didn't seem to be exactly as fair.

Seconds tick by as Greed allows the kid as much time as he needs to come to a conclusive decision; he was in no rush, and he was curious to see if he'd take the expected route or settle for something a little less humiliating. Considering the look of him from the outside and the few moments he got of conversation, he was half-expecting the younger to choose a fight he'd definitely lose. He wasn't really interested in beating on minors, though, so it was a bit nice to know he wouldn't have to resort to that once the redhead spits out his response.

A smirk and a pat on the shoulder, and the older man steps back to give his new 'employee' some space. It's not like he was gonna run, not after he verbally committed the equivalent of selling his soul to the devil. }

See, was that really so hard? Nice to see you're not making this difficult for me, kid.

{ Greed cracks his neck and sighs before pulling the pair of rounded glasses off his face, tucking them in his pocket so he could get a good unhindered look at the person he'd have working under him for...well, however long he felt like teaching him a lesson. }

Let's start with introductions, shall we?

You can call me Greed. Mister Greed or any variant of that works too, if you'd like to fit in. Now, how about you tell me yours? Unless you want to me to nickname you, of course. I'm sure I can think up a few pretty titles.

ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ { ɢʀᴇᴇᴅ + sɪʟᴠᴇʀ }

It’s all up to him, is it? What a laugh. The man’s made it abundantly clear that his options are these: a trip to the precinct, a potential trip to the emergency room, or working it off. There are plenty who would consider this an easy choice, but Silver hesitates. 

Getting the police involved is not an option. Not only would it be trouble for both of them, but Silver has an outstanding record of not getting caught. Additionally, they may ask to speak to his parents since he’s a minor, and that… there’s no way it would end well, considering his living situation. It’s why he was alright with being thrown back into the streets: it’d be like an escort home.

It’s been duly noted  that Silver stands no chance in a fight against this guy. A single punch would send him packing, but somehow he’s still considering it. If he could get away before that first hit was landed… but there’s no chance of that, is there? The guy’s got a tight grip on his shoulder as it is, and in the face of a fight, he doubts there’ll be an opening for him to flee before it begins. Besides, what if he’s got henchmen or someone he can yell for upstairs? He could be caught again before reaching the exit.

That leaves him this: begging for forgiveness and repaying a debt that doesn’t exist. “The begging’s out,” he snaps, “but I’ll work.”

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here we are

Sorry I've been a bit scatterbrained with replies lately, I've got school and lots of blogs that I really need to pace myself on. Luckily, I only have Silver here on Greed and a half-down Kouha reply + Max's over on Hanon, so I'll be trying to get to those soon!

After I finish those and get them off my chest, I'll be willing to take more, just tell me if you'd like to thread with either Greed, Hanon, or Sano!

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[text] He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after.

To: Ul ♚From: Greed

Text: sounds like a hell of a good night to me

Text: i hope you took him up on at least one of those offers

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texts from last night! meme

[text] Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today? [text] The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here [text] He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after. [text] I asked him for something to clean up with after sex and he handed me a sham wow. A SHAM WOW [text] So I was putting on a condom and looked to my right to not make eye contact, she said did you just look at the American flag while putting that on. I said this one’s for Team USA.

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✆ ~

Contact name: Oncie

Contact Ringtone: Money Honey

Contact photo:

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Send me a ✆ to know your name / ringtone / picture in my muse's phone.

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"Tell me the truth."

{ How cute. She figured he was bluffing.

A girl like that really had no business in the more scummy parts of town, and why she was here he had no idea. And something he was even more confused by was the fact she was depending facts he’d already told her. }

Listen, dollface, I don’t lie. If I’m not telling you something, then it’s for your own good.

Why don’t you head home…I doubt you’re old enough to be in here anyway, and I’d rather not have my liquor license confiscated. I rely a lot on that.

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"You're cut off..."

{ A somewhat stunned look overtakes Greed’s face as the bottle is his grasp is gently plucked away, a rather scrawny hand pulling it up to a face that eyes it in distaste. Probably not the type he was used to nor the kind he liked or cared to try; around here, most of the stock was just hard liquor. 

Something almost like a pout slides over the older man’s features, obviously not agreeing with the Once-ler’s idea that he’s had enough. }

Come ooooon, Oncie, a little whiskey never killed anyone.

{ Abruptly, a muscled arm slides around bony shoulders, pulling him in with a grin on his face as he attempts to reason for his drink. }

Just one more, huh?

You should try some, too; a pretty green guy like you could use a few shots.

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Critique Time!

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You’re bleeding…

↳ { A swift twist of the head followed by a sigh, and then Greed abruptly turned to spit a glob of blood onto the ground. Ugh, gross...figured someone would decide to see him in the aftermath of a good brawl. }

Geez, what a pain....

It's not like it's anything new. A few cuts never hurt anybody, and i've found i'm especially sturdy.

{ A swipe to wipe off his cheek, and then a toothy grin splits over his lips. }

But thanks for the concern, it warms my heart.

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Send me a sentence for my character’s reaction:

I’d rather die.

Did you hear that?

I know what I saw.

That doesn’t make any sense.

Promise me, you’ll never do that again…

Don’t touch me.

We make a good team.

What’s the news?

Do you hear yourself?

Are those wedding bells I detect?

You stole that from me

You’re joking, right?

I can’t see anything.

You’re bleeding…

Are you drunk?

Who do you think you are?

Don’t leave.

How did that happen?

Why won’t you believe me?

I want to help.

I’m not going to make it.

Tell me the truth.

You’re cut off.

You’ll come bail me out, right?

You’re scaring me.

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↳ { What a runty looking kid. He was a bit surprised someone like this was able to get in that easily, but then again it'd be considerably harder for someone of a bigger stature. Greed raked his eyes over his caught prey, assessing him for a moment before tightening his grip on his shoulder just a bit. 

Now...what was he going to do with him? Obviously, just letting him go free wasn't an option, since the kid had snuck in and most likely tried to make off with some of his things. And that, if you happened to know Greed personally, was one of the few things he despised the most. His things were his, no matter how small or valuable, and he didn't like people taking what was what his. Not to mention...

What an attitude.

He liked a kid with a bit of spark, and this one didn't seem to have a shortage of that. Still, if he thought he was going to get off just with a few snarky words, he had another thing coming. Blinking, the older man tilted his head ahead and placed his free hand on his hip, tone somewhat amused. }

Oh? Not a bad plan.

But that'd be a little too easy.

{ The 'dignity intact' line warrants a sharp laugh, sharp teeth on display as he eyes the redhead. }

Dignity intact, huh? You really think I'd allow that after you tried to take what's mine? Let's be real, kid, you're not exactly getting out of here scot-free.

{ A patient moment before he hums, possibilities running through his head. }

Let's see....I could hand you over to the police for trespassing and attended thievery, or teach you a lesson before throwing you out back onto the street.

{ A wave of the hand. }

Or...you could make it up to me. Beg for forgiveness and maybe work it off, y'know? No police, no violence, not a bad plan. Whaddaya say? After all, it's all up to you.

ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ { ɢʀᴇᴇᴅ + sɪʟᴠᴇʀ }

Carelessness—that’s what’s found him in this situation. His own uncharacteristic disregard for his surroundings has landed him in a bind like some thoughtless amateur. The bitter taste of disappointment touches the back of his throat. How could he have made such a foolish mistake? It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t know what he’s done; it matters only that he screwed up, thereby leading to his capture.

Or is it? This isn’t the first time he’s been caught. He’s escaped tighter binds than this, so why worry? The answer is simple: don’t. Don’t worry. Silver is highly skilled in the fields of tactics and evasion. Why should someone like him worry about being caught? The game’s not over yet. He has plenty of time, plenty of chances, and an abundance of skill.

This time he won’t make the same rookie mistake. He takes a brief second to capture his surroundings: a dusty storeroom full of haphazardly stacked boxes, most of them full of what must be valuables. Behind him is an older man. The strength of his grip makes it clear that if it came down to a physical fight, Silver would end up on the ground within seconds. His only chance, then, is evasion and escape. When the time is right, he’ll have to slip out of this guy’s hold and make a dash for the nearest exit. He won’t make off with any loot, fine - as long as he lives to tell the tale.

He’ll have to play nice, then - or as nice as he can. “What are you going to do?” he spits, “Throw me into the sewers with the rest of them?” Despite the bitterness in his voice, a part of him has no choice but to hope he will. It’d be the easiest way out of here, but… “I’d rather leave with my dignity intact.” Or as much as he has after being caught.

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{ I've still got 2 K's in my inbox, as well as a reply to do, but I'll get to those tomorrow since I don't have enough energy for them and I have to get up early to go somewhere in the morning. Good night! }

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I want the K.... #REGRET

↳ { After months of working together, meetings, general conversations and exchanged texts, it would be easy to come to a conclusion about someone. By then, you’d know enough about them to be able to slap a label on them.

The same could be said for a certain green-clad associate. Greed had enough evidence on his phone after a few days to realize one vitally important thing about the Once-ler.

He was such a loser.

He seemed to pride himself on being on top of things, so flamboyant and everything, it could really make a guy wonder. What exactly did it take to get under his skin, in the preferably red-cheeked manner? That very question happened to floating through Greed’s mind right at that moment.

Of course, he’s asked in the past, just out of simply curiosity. The answer he got was to be expected.

I don’t get very embarrassed.

Everybody got embarrassed at something (except him, of course), and right now he had intentions of figuring out. Not like he had anything better to do at the moment, and once he knew that, he’d have a weakness in mind to use against him in the future should the need or want arise.

Hands in his pockets and eyes narrowing, he leaned in a bit while the other man’s back was turned, making sure his voice was clear. }

Oi, Oncie, turn around for a sec, would you?

{ The moment the Once-ler turned his head enough for what he had in mind, Greed abruptly shattered any distance between them by hastily and firmly pressing his lips to the other’s. A few stunned seconds passed before he finally leaned back and swiped a hand over his mouth, grinning widely at the red that tinted his victim’s face. }

You know…

It’s just not right to lie about things. You should get out of that habit.

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