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WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: December 28th [Backdated]
WHERE: Kansas then New York
WHAT: Going home
WARNING: Sigh


They couldn't stay in Kansas any longer. It was a short trip but they only stayed another day so Greed could recover from his human body wounds and aches and so could Zoe. They'd decided to be friends and if they stayed longer they might end up doing something they'd regret. Probably not right away but they would regret it eventually. So after a night spent tangled in each others arms because it'd be the last, they finally packed up and after a a goodbye to Robert, they headed out.

Zoe's ankle was mostly better and she got in the car. They had a bit of a ride before they got to the airport. She looked at Greed, "Um.. are you.. going to be okay once we leave..? You're not.. you're not going to.." she pointed at her temple and twirled her finger around making the universal signal for 'crazy', "..are you?" since last time they were in New York, he had almost gotten her killed and been a general jerkface.

Date: 2013-01-01 09:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
It was to be another day filled with driving, at least one where she wasn't making friends with the window. He had an aversion to that window and its pretty, frosty gaze. He'd made a promise already that he wanted to break but under entirely different circumstances from before.

Greed motioned to himself. "I promise this time I'll just use chloroform and rope." He grinned a bright white smile before getting in the car. Hopefully once they were far enough away from this spec of dirt on a map he'd actually not feel like a science lab rat. There were still too many things floating and polluting his system to feel natural.

Date: 2013-01-01 04:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
More time spent with her only hardened the blow. He didn't know if he really could just be a friend. True, it was what was best, what he proposed, even why he wanted her; but while he could still feel like a normal boy it just plain hurt. This was incredibly exhausting, his mind going back and forth with conflicting thoughts, and desire that was nowhere near the amped up on steroids intensity he was so used to.

"You and puppies don't get along remember?" He teased about the hell hound who had her curled up under a table, snapping at her heels. Once they were all settled in the car he sighed.

"I'm a little disappointed."

Date: 2013-01-01 05:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"There is that...but I meant Oz. Kansas is a fucking bore. We didn't even get a tornado." He pointed out the window that the frost had started to peel down. "I didn't even see a single little person." He was either trying to make her laugh or he was serious. It was hard to tell.

Date: 2013-01-01 05:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"Will you go?" He flapped his hands excitedly over the steering wheel. It seemed a little ridiculous that he go by himself. She had already set up that non-date date for him. He was already looking forward to getting home.

Date: 2013-01-01 05:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"Bring someone?" He felt the hair on the back of his neck bristle. "Who?" If it was her tree of a roommate he was going bring a slingshot to take Goliath down.

He picked up the speed when they hit an open strip of solid road. He was pretty sure there wasn't another car even in sight.

Date: 2013-01-01 08:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"The tree? Yes you're right I would. I'd have to have a wringling match outside. Think anyone would pay to see that?" The more they drove further out, bits of his usual self started to slip in. He had been a perfectly decent boy when handeling money. He hadn't stole a single thing. Not even a toothpick from the bar. "Wonder how much I could make..." He mouthed under his breath in thought.

He still held in the majority of those feelings he'd aquired, they sat in his stomach like a rock.

"I'm not in the business of calling someone crazy when they say they're immortal." He rolled his hand around as he spoke. "Immortals usually pick up on each other, but they're usually a lot more powerful feeling than a mortal. But its not like I keep a record of who I've run into before..." Which he did. Just like he did of mortals who he'd used throughtout history that made a bang. Kings, princes, philosophers, the list went on. It was like newspaper clippings or scrapbooking for a Sin.

Date: 2013-01-01 09:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"Ah, no I'd be beating his ass." Greed countered. "David and Goliath, remember that story?" That tree would be cut down.

"He was. He was definitely Greek, and he smelled like fish." To him all Greeks had some odd oder about them. The same way the Virtues smelled foul and made his skin itch.

Date: 2013-01-02 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"What? Did you say bad things about me? Rude." He snorted a laugh, fully believing he could take Gabe down, even though the man's arm was the side of his head.

"I didn't say I didn't like Greeks, but they are a little nosey. Think they run the show." His head started to go a little dizzy. "You don't smell like fish." He leaned over for a whiff. "Nope, no fish."

Date: 2013-01-02 03:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"I can't promise that--" he stopped mid sentence, sweat beading against his forehead. He waved it off to the heat, quickly turning the dial back down. "It's hot in here."

"He's a selfish prick, I like him." It didn't mean he liked how he treated Zoe. Making his toaster cry? So not nice. "I don't like how he is to you." He wiped a hand against the back of his neck with another hot flash. Funny this didn't happen when he got into Kansas. However, his body had been harboring a wild gamut of feels for days, including something as pure as love. Now with his powers slinking their way back in, it was creating a jerk reaction.

Date: 2013-01-02 04:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
He grumbled to that retort because it wasn't fair at all. "What kind of friend doesn't like surprises?"

"If he upsets you too much I can make him miserable. He's fun to toy with---" his fingers were coated in sweat as he pulled his hand back rubbing them together. "Just a little warm." His cheeks flushed as well. His stomach had also taken to the bad kind of somersaults . After a few minutes he pulled over. "I need some air," he said quickly throwing back the seat belt to get out if the car.

Date: 2013-01-02 04:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"Just a little when you met him---" he couldn't really think anymore, his head was pounding like a sledge hammer. Each time she asked him a question it was nails on a chalkboard. He used the side of the car as leverage, the cold air smacking him right in the face. By the time he made it over to the passenger side where Zoe had hopped out, his shirt was drenched around the neck.

He crawled down the side of the car, mayhem that would cool his bouncing stomach. "I don't feel so good." His appetite wasn't even enough to blame it on food.

Date: 2013-01-02 05:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"He had a lot to toy with, it didn't take much from what was already there." He stopped talking once she rummaged in the car. He shook his head as she handed it to him. That wasn't going to help. His insides were twisting around themselves in knots. His body didn't like all that he'd stuffed inside.

He flopped on the ground, his back hitting the cold dirt. Even the cool air didn't subside. Eventually he was on his knees, feeling bile hit his throat. He turned away from her, but there was no escaping his own body's rejection.

It took a few minutes of heaving and emptying his stomach a few times to have the energy to walk. It wasn't the first stop they would make before reaching the airport. At least then he'd gained some of his coloring.

Date: 2013-01-02 02:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
By the time they boarded he had a bag full of snacks. His appetite had come back despite dumping his stomach at least three or four times in between. He was digging through the plastic bag when Zoe asked him how he was feeling. "A little better." He was still lightheaded, but holding down his stomach now.

Excitedly he pulled out a package of chocolate candy. He'd already had enough crackers to blow up a whale. But there was something else peeking out of his bag that wasn't food.

Date: 2013-01-02 03:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
He shoved a piece of candy towards her. "It's chocolate." He was still sharing, which meant his body was fighting hack and forth between the human side and Sin side. The little yellow silk flower poked into view as he shuffled around that bag some more looking for a drink. He picked it up now waving it in front of her face. The color yellow signified friendship, but Greed knew better. It was his color, so it meant more than that. It was also the first thing he'd actually given her that wasn't completely for his own gain.

Date: 2013-01-02 04:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
Greed frowned. That wasn't what she was supposed to do with it. He took her hand, curling her fingers around its paper stem and shoved it towards her. "It's yours."
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Date: 2013-01-02 05:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
Greed waved her off. Whatever she wanted to believe. It was hers now. Part of him and all that jazz. She'd accepted it. That meant more than a simple gift being handed over. She accepted him. It would be interesting to see how long they could keep---

She kissed his cheek and instead of looking on he leaned his head over for another kiss. This one far more intimate for their new relationship.

Date: 2013-01-02 06:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
In his defense they made out quite a few times when in the friends zone. So Greed saw no difference. It was a simple kiss right? He just needed it.

He growled under his breath. "Just one?" He asked in a squeaky voice and pointer finger.

Date: 2013-01-03 12:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
Regardless of her reprimand Greed kissed her cheek. He flew back in his seat, hoarding the chocolate to stuff in his mouth. At least it wouldn't back talk him about the lines he shouldn't cross. He knew what he promised, he wasn't going to warm up to the idea easily.

Date: 2013-01-03 12:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"No!" He insisted through a full mouth of chocolate. Of course it was right about the time the flight attendant strolled by to ask what they wanted to drink. Greed looked at the cart, at the strawberry blonde who asked the question, then to Zoe with a whine.

Date: 2013-01-03 01:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
After a few hearty chews Greed swallowed down the lump of chocolate. He quirked his lips into a goofy smile as the attendant shook one of the bottles. "Will this do?" Greed nodded quickly with a wave of his hand. "More?" The pretty girl asked. She handed Zoe her drink then a few bottles to Greed, who quickly washed down the sweet taste in his mouth.

Sliding one more bottle onto his tray, the girl slipped a piece of paper underneath with a wink before moving on. Instead of looking at it Greed took his bottles and stuffed them into the seat net, folded up his tray and snuggled his head on Zoe's shoulder.

Date: 2013-01-03 02:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
Greed stuffed the paper in his empty bottle, finishing off the drink to the first round and nestled it in the net. His head went right back to her shoulder, shuffling in his seat with a bouncy, pouty grin. "Stop moving." She was more comfortable still. Eventually his head would flop forward to her chest (it made a great pillow!) until he was jolted back awake. He would fight her again to get comfortable in his seat, finally settling in a pose with his head laid back on his headrest with a blanket stuffed underneath his neck for support.

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