Greed hadn't been in the city but a few days since his return from that void in the middle of Kansas. He was still rolling through his own head and the door he'd opened by stripping himself of his sin and jumping right back in. There was an adjustment period.
He didn't immediately recognize the number, but the little verbal jab was clear. "Do you still have balls? I hear a squeak in your voice."
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Date: 2013-01-01 07:18 pm (UTC)He didn't immediately recognize the number, but the little verbal jab was clear. "Do you still have balls? I hear a squeak in your voice."