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WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: Thursday evening
WHERE: Zoe's apartment
WHAT: Zoe went away for three days and has just got home
WARNING: Sure, why not.
NOTE: We're impatient brats okay.

Zoe had to get out of the city because it was too much. She was hugely depressed over losing her grandmother's locket and she hated the fact that she let Greed's callousness hurt her. She knew from the start he was trouble, he was a player, and he was interested in just one thing. She was an idiot for letting it go as far as it did and she'd take the blame on herself. Why not, it wasn't Greed's job to care and actually back off and not break her heart. He had to go after what he wanted. It was human nature.

So Zoe ran to get some space and distance while she still had control over her emotions. Except her phone wasn't letting her forget him. She wanted to call Gabe but knew he was unavailable and she was starting to hate her phone. Greed was going to be the death of her. One minute hot, one minute cold... AUGH. She'd gone for a few days by the water which always settled her nerves except every time she got a message, she wanted to chuck the phone in the ocean. She'd tried turning the phone off but when she turned it back on, she'd have a slew of new messages from him. And though she didn't respond to any of them, she read every single one. And she hated that she missed him.

On the ride home she didn't even look at her phone, just miserably out the window of the bus. The person next to her said, "I think you have a message." Zoe didn't even look at them just said dully, "I know." a few minutes later, the phone buzzed again and the man said, "Could be important.." Zoe said in the same flat voice, "It's not." she closed her eyes and let her head thunk against the glass lightly as the phone buzzed again.

When she reached her apartment building, she pulled out her phone to scroll through the texts Greed had sent her today. She sighed and put the phone in her duffel along with her shoes so she could start the long climb up the stairs to her apartment. She'd cried already on her little trip away but all she wanted to do now was crawl into her nice bed and cry some more. If she really wanted to forget and move on she might have to change her number.

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Zoe froze when she felt him and heard him. Was he for real? She looked exhausted and put her head in her hands, shaking it. She couldn't do this. She turned around and put a hand on his chest, pushing him back, keeping him literally at arm's length. "What are you doing?" she asked him exasperatedly.

He was wearing her down, its what Greed did when he latched on to something. He put on his best face dragging her back to him. Maybe this would be a little easier if she knew what he was, but he wanted to hang onto his things as long as possible. He wasn't done with this one. "What do you mean?" As if it wasn't an obvious question, as if he didn't know why.

Zoe gave him a murderous look because this wasn't fair. She let him pull her to him and shook her head, "What are you doing.." she repeated as she looked off to the side. She looked back at him and raised her brows, "Is it sex? Do you want that? If that's all you want then say so, Chance. There's a bed right there." she waved at her bed, "Let's go." She gave him a defiant look, "Though I don't know why you'd want to since kissing me makes you physically sick."

She shoved at his shoulder, frustrated beyond belief, "But if that's all you want then let's do it. Let's get it over with so you can move on." she hit him again but there wasn't much force behind it, "Because I care about you and all you do is play with me." and that was the difference between her and a Virtue. Virtues had to care about everybody even hellspawn, Zoe chose to care about Greed.

Well...that was exactly what he thought he wanted, but when she said it so plainly it was almost as if she took the luster right out of it. He kind of hated her for that. How dare she! Then she tacked on that thing that Virtues were so good at...caring. He could emulate and play it but it wasn't the same as someone who could actually feel it. He was jealous of that because as a Sin he wanted everything he couldn't have. That was something he couldn't have. But he had this brilliant idea that if he could understand it enough, there was no stopping him from obtaining anything he wanted.

As a Sin he was pushing her to a point to see how far he could string her through. Most couldn't handle him for long, she had managed a good three or so weeks.

He was kind of angry and excited at the same time that she could have such feelings without him using himself in influence. But she was greedy for him all on her own and he clung to that.

He looked to the bed then back at her. It was like the necklace dangling in his rear view mirror. It didn't feel like it was supposed to. There was no joy out of it, just as the promise of getting her in bed didn't excite him like he'd thought.

"Say it again..." He propelled his finger in the air, "that whole bit about what you feel 'cause that's a new one on me." It made him a little uncomfortable. It wasn't like Charity who always worried about him, or Lust, or the women he did use and abuse that wanted him for his meat. Or his money. Or whatever he drove them to. This was all Zoe and he'd probably fuck it up in the end, but he wanted to try because it was something so new. He wasn't a demon, he wasn't entirely evil.

Zoe looked like she was going to lose it because at first she thought he was making fun of her but then she frowned and her features softened. He was actually asking. What the... what kind of life did he have that he was deprived of love?

She was calmer as she said softly, "I care about you.. I like having you in my life. Even when you drive me crazy." she searched his eyes, seeing if the guy she had feelings for was in them somewhere because at times it felt like he was a different person, "..and sometimes.. sometimes I feel like you care about me too." but at this point she wondered if it was just her imagination.