[It's no secret that there's bad blood between him and the rest. And while Envy isn't the top of his list, he's a close second. Greed's lips pull back with a ferocious kind of sneer - one similar to the same Great White on Ed's mind. Ready under the surface and about to let loose on an unsuspecting seal. His claws circle the small of his torso, anchoring into his hip bones in small scratches that bring a whine from both the leather of his slacks and the mesh shirt hugging his skin like a glove.] Envy, huh. That doesn't surprise me - ugly's always been predictable. But he's the same cobbled-together mess as always.
[The venom in his words rides on thick trails of smoke and steam. Behind him, in a smog of silt, the bend of his tail rises again. Waving back and forth, a pendulum of hard spikes and steel. The corners of the Sin's eyes twitch with a sort of tenseness. As if he means to pounce, as if he could set his teeth right in and oh, isn't it just the big, bad wolf that's strolled into town.]
[But the Alchemist knows, he knows: the look is saved for someone else entirely.]
[The former homunculus tosses one hand out wildly, the ravenous expression cast aside. The bands on his wrist twist and chime; throwing and spinning across the smooth-plated skin of his forearm.] Seems like it. There's a few things I still don't know much about. Kimbley for instance - [Though that seems to be a moot point. What happened to that particular time bomb and his other self: it isn't his story and truth be told, he doesn't entirely care. As long as the destructive-prone Alchemist doesn't try anything, it's water under a bridge Greed's never had the luxury of crossing.]
[The thought passes, though. And a wild look of surprise makes the Sin rise. As if jolted, his mouth hangs open with a held out: "Ah-?". Before his torso all but snaps over his spine and those wings of his explode outwards with his laughter. His head tosses over the fur at his collar and the billow of his baritone once again rattles the walls. Shakes the floor. Then he's back again with jarring quickness, the span of his wings enclosing over Ed like hellish arms coming on to smother. He curls in on the Alchemist, leering far too close for comfort.] Regret taking you on? Usually that's my line kid - working for me means you wouldn't belong to the normal world anymore. No regrets - [The curve of his horns come so close to Ed's own forward that they almost touch. They're a hair-length away, heavy-set coils packed to the brim with hell fire. And from behind his sunglasses, his eyes are watching. Eerily still, like the hollow sockets of a corpse.]
- and you'd be one of mine. So I'll ask again - are you in or not?
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[The venom in his words rides on thick trails of smoke and steam. Behind him, in a smog of silt, the bend of his tail rises again. Waving back and forth, a pendulum of hard spikes and steel. The corners of the Sin's eyes twitch with a sort of tenseness. As if he means to pounce, as if he could set his teeth right in and oh, isn't it just the big, bad wolf that's strolled into town.]
[But the Alchemist knows, he knows: the look is saved for someone else entirely.]
[The former homunculus tosses one hand out wildly, the ravenous expression cast aside. The bands on his wrist twist and chime; throwing and spinning across the smooth-plated skin of his forearm.] Seems like it. There's a few things I still don't know much about. Kimbley for instance - [Though that seems to be a moot point. What happened to that particular time bomb and his other self: it isn't his story and truth be told, he doesn't entirely care. As long as the destructive-prone Alchemist doesn't try anything, it's water under a bridge Greed's never had the luxury of crossing.]
[The thought passes, though. And a wild look of surprise makes the Sin rise. As if jolted, his mouth hangs open with a held out: "Ah-?". Before his torso all but snaps over his spine and those wings of his explode outwards with his laughter. His head tosses over the fur at his collar and the billow of his baritone once again rattles the walls. Shakes the floor. Then he's back again with jarring quickness, the span of his wings enclosing over Ed like hellish arms coming on to smother. He curls in on the Alchemist, leering far too close for comfort.] Regret taking you on? Usually that's my line kid - working for me means you wouldn't belong to the normal world anymore. No regrets - [The curve of his horns come so close to Ed's own forward that they almost touch. They're a hair-length away, heavy-set coils packed to the brim with hell fire. And from behind his sunglasses, his eyes are watching. Eerily still, like the hollow sockets of a corpse.]
- and you'd be one of mine. So I'll ask again - are you in or not?