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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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Lust had given him the pep talk. Glutt and Pride helped pump him back up. This was a mortal toy. He liked playing with his toys. He had come today with full intent on doing what he usually did with toys (no matter how shiny), and that pretty necklace of hers was his bait. When he'd initially taken it as a prize, but he couldn't gloat in it. Now he knew why. It was to see her jump right in. It was time to use his influence, no more pussy footing around because she made him curious.

He sat outside her door rolling the chain between his fingers. He had a feeling she'd be back today. Time to put on his pretty face.

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He wound his finger around again, nodding as she spoke, as if he were hanging on to each word. Saving it in his memory bank for later. "See, that's so good. You said that with real grit," he fisted his hand and made a punch in the air. "I'm not used to that," it actually made him a little nauseated. He wasn't making fun of her he was giving away what he was without really saying it. And he wasn't used to people feeling things without his input.

Then she said the other bit. That really killed his mojo. How was he supposed to use it now? It would make her sparkle like a damned twilight vampire and blind the shit out of him. It also wouldn't be as fun. "I do?" It was like she had found him out. Then he grinned kind of silly. "I do. You give me a new side to play with." It was weird. He was being entirely honest instead of finding a lie to cover it up.

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"Gimmie a little kiss." His lips would be a file fish against hers before he let her hands go. He laughed again this time with more seriousness in his voice. "You can leave in five minutes." Those good old puppy eyes. "Please? I already feel better."

He soon felt well enough to slip out of the tub, pushing himself out, letting the drain go. She was libel to blush. "I'm still covered." He waved it off sitting on the edge again, water sloshing all over the side onto the floor.