Afternoons were reserved for cat naps
and recouping from the night previous.
The early birds and designated workers
made use of the time to clear their plate
of chores and side jobs, while
everybody else littered couches
and rooms.
Fortunately ( or maybe unfortunately ) ,
Greed never had to take part in the
recuperation period. So, he would take
care of the boring tasks in this quiet
time; responsibility and all of that,
quote on quote, ” horseshit. “
He’s toeing through the main front of the
bar, on “damage control” patrol, doing a
head count and making sure all of his
chicks are in a row ( and alive ). That’s
when the sin notices Ruby returning
from his grocery run. He regards the
shorter with a simple once over at first,
then a warm smile. Sauntering over, he
eyes the bags that are set on
the bar counter.
❝ Thank God, I thought you got snagged off th’street ‘r some shit. ❞
Greed starts shuffling through the
supplies, only to land on the empty fifth
bag. The warm smile from before is
quickly dropping, morphing into the
m o s t exasperated expression ever.
He flits his gaze to the chimera.
❝ Yer a great kid, don’t get me wrong, but we have got t’do somethin’ about this damn appetite ya got. ❞
He would eat them out of
bar and home if it continued
to go unchecked.
Empty hands are wrung out, and Ruby's pink bottom lip is worried, rather roughly. He skirts the bar and asserts weakly that he thinks he knows well enough to not simply be abducted. Maybe.
The blond glances up, catching sight of Greed's visage after he's pulled himself up onto a stool and leaned back on palms curved around the side behind him, and Ruby falls hard while still seated. He bears the brunt of the homunculus's charm for a couple seconds at most, yet by the time they've each averted their eyes-- Greed to take stock of Ruby's delivery, Ruby to express a sudden great interest in his shoes, dangling over the floor with toes curled inside-- the chimera is utterly disarmed and his stomach's full of butterflies (or maybe he's just hungry again).
He touches an ear to a shoulder, absently cracking his neck, and thinks: if only Greed could look at him like that for a while longer-- the younger's surety that the expression is transient is lent to by an expectancy to face some retribution for eating so much. Anticipation has him more than simply on edge when he's finally addressed again (he's happy Greed seems less angry than he'd expected).
"I-- I can't help it," Ruby chitters uncertainly, "I don't think I've even gained a pound."
He looks up, face slightly flushed, as his left hand ascends shakily to the nape of his neck, where nimble fingers play with his tied hair.
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