[He plugs the canter again, forcing the rounded stopper in with a shove of a heel and a twist. It spins, clicks then stops - in a short grind of singing glass and sloshing liquor. Greed inspects it with a curious claw, shining his red-purple glance to the contents before slipping back to Ed again. He offers it in close proximity, the butt-end of the container swinging against the Alchemist's chest.] No, not really much of a point. After all, I've never been one to hold back either. [The tips of his fingers leave and a knowing kind of smile passes from him to the other. As if he's examining the fine print, as if both of them know exactly what it says:]
[It doesn't matter where they come from, what they've seen. The words are the same:]
["We have history, don't we."]
[Greed chases a grin towards the closed door, a slight whistle churning at the tips of his teeth. To have one stone was normal, to have multiple - ] Oh-? Sounds like she wasn't exactly very friendly. From what I know, that Dad of yours knew plenty. But he wasn't working against you where I'm from. [It's an educated guess; the way the other talks with venom waiting on his tongue. Greed sways at Ed's side, cross-stepping over the sways of his boots as he tilts, twists and churns. He moves like a viper; rolling his torso, his spine. The folded wings at his back peel away, rising up and above them like a leathery umbrella complete with red-hot veins and trembling ash.]
[When Ed continues, the Sin's smile tightens for just a second. Giving them hell - ] No, I can't deny that. Though the little pissant Prince took advantage after. Not that it did much good. [Vague, but enough to get his point across. There are some roads he's not interested in traveling and this? Well, it's just one of those forks. He'd rather take the other option.] Sounds like they were similar, but not quite the same. Good ol'Daddy sir couldn't do something like that.
[The jagged hooks at the top of his wings skitter across the ceiling, drawing more lines into already-peeling paint. Small scars burn in pitches of charcoal, sketched out in warm lines that quickly cool with the late-night breeze.] So - do you plan on staying here? It's the same deal as before - you'd be working for me, but I'm not about to deny you. And I'm sure you already know how this works, hmn?
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[It doesn't matter where they come from, what they've seen. The words are the same:]
["We have history, don't we."]
[Greed chases a grin towards the closed door, a slight whistle churning at the tips of his teeth. To have one stone was normal, to have multiple - ] Oh-? Sounds like she wasn't exactly very friendly. From what I know, that Dad of yours knew plenty. But he wasn't working against you where I'm from. [It's an educated guess; the way the other talks with venom waiting on his tongue. Greed sways at Ed's side, cross-stepping over the sways of his boots as he tilts, twists and churns. He moves like a viper; rolling his torso, his spine. The folded wings at his back peel away, rising up and above them like a leathery umbrella complete with red-hot veins and trembling ash.]
[When Ed continues, the Sin's smile tightens for just a second. Giving them hell - ] No, I can't deny that. Though the little pissant Prince took advantage after. Not that it did much good. [Vague, but enough to get his point across. There are some roads he's not interested in traveling and this? Well, it's just one of those forks. He'd rather take the other option.] Sounds like they were similar, but not quite the same. Good ol'Daddy sir couldn't do something like that.
[The jagged hooks at the top of his wings skitter across the ceiling, drawing more lines into already-peeling paint. Small scars burn in pitches of charcoal, sketched out in warm lines that quickly cool with the late-night breeze.] So - do you plan on staying here? It's the same deal as before - you'd be working for me, but I'm not about to deny you. And I'm sure you already know how this works, hmn?