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Who: George and Greed
When: Monday
Where: Out and about
What: George has thoughts on Greed's odd and terrible ideas of romancing humans.

George felt restless. It was a strange kind of restlessness, one mostly unfamiliar to him. He didn't know how to put a name on it, but it felt upsetting and only got worse when he was around the people he cared about. It wasn't a constant thing, but it was flaring up today, and he just wanted to be moving around. So he'd settled on roaming through one of the many malls that dotted New York, mostly just browsing.

That was when he stumbled across a very familiar presence, and let out a long-suffering sigh. Greed was roaming around. Fantastic.

George considered heading in the opposite direction, because he had no idea if Greed would react well to seeing him. But he could be up to something nefarious. Or he could just be planning to kidnap his girlfriend again, like an idiot. George pinched the bridge of his nose, prepared for some irritation, and went to find Greed.

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Greed liked the mall. It was bouncing with all kinds of teenagers. They were practically its lifeline. Blood clots to a perfectly good vein. He wanted to stab it. Lust was at least back to her lustness, he thought he'd have to do some strange voodoo shit if she kept barfing black slime.

Teenagers were also gullible. They didn't know their ass from their elbow. All their information was based on social media. Screw books and actual living. It was always fun to bust through a group and yell something random. He had bags full of stuff and as he huddled up into a big grouping (they didn't believing in sharing the walkway space. It brought a conceded tear to his eye) he suddenly curled up his arms. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" he yelled. It was enough of a startle for them to lose sight of theory pockets. He continued to pretend his panic attack. This was always fun. He'd swipe a few of their shopping bags in the process. They all looked the same and some of his were conveniently empty.

As it turned out, Greed was extremely easy to find. George followed the sound of shouting. He grabbed Greed's shoulder and tugged him away from the very alarmed crowd of teenagers who were staring at him like he'd just caught fire.

"What the hell are you doing?" George asked.

Greed snatched his bags abruptly, the brood of hormone filled flesh bags still staring him down. "I don't like being touched!" he spat jerking away from George with a handful of stuff that wasn't his. He quickly started to walk and he was sure dickslayer was following.
"What do you want pretty boy?" Greed chided with a smug grin over his shoulder.
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"What is wrong with you?" George asked, staring aghast at the bags Greed had stolen. Seeing that reminded him of some of the other, much more important things that Greed had been planning to steal. "Hey! Hey, you didn't end up kidnapping your girlfriend, did you? Because seriously, what the hell?"
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"What?" He held up his prizes. "They won't even notice until they get home." More for him. Plus the cops were honed in on the teens not him. "Coulda gotten more if you hadn't showed up."
Then George crossed the ex line. Had he really just blurted that out as common knowledge. "Who told you?!" Thanks Wrath. Thanks a lot.
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"Who do you think?" George crossed his arms. "We were worried you were going to do something stupid and traumatize the poor lady. Kidnapping is not romantic, dude. It is anti-romance."
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"Well its not your business stud muffin." He confided in Wrath, not her saint squeaky toy. "Are you here to give me some saintly logic and advice? Because I'm here to collect loot." He snuffed George with a grunt walking off as if the guy was some unwanted shadow.
He paused when he still felt him hovering. "I didn't kidnap her. I just gave her a reason to go with me. Didn't make a damn difference either way." He was curious how Wrath did it, how she made this work...
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"What did you do instead of kidnapping her?" George asked, falling into step next to Greed. How was he even carrying all of those bags? Were they all stolen? Was Greed basically a magpie? "Because the thing is, had you asked me for some saintly logic and advice, I could have made a really big production of going 'No no no no no, ask her to dinner instead."
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"What's it matter? She's home now." He brushed off the closeness George was giving off. "Dinner wasn't going to cut it. But I used that on New Years." It did kind of work like a charm. He was proud of himself on how well played that had been.
"Kansas was not fun. Just for your information. I felt all," he shuffled his body, slinking it like a snake, "weird and normal." It was conflicting now, because no matter how many sex comas he had with Lust, there was what happened in Kansas needling in the back of his brain.
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"It matters because kidnapping people should never be your Plan A," George said, knowing it was probably falling on deaf ears. It had taken a long time to explain to Wrath why she couldn't headbutt people who bumped into her on the street. "And whoa, you went to Kansas? I'm assuming to the Dead Zone. So you were not-Greed?"
"This isn't jeopardy. You don't get twenty questions." Greed huffed. He started walking faster as if he were one of those teenagers being followed by a cop.
"Yes, I did. Yes, I was without me." He motioned over himself.
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There was no outrunning George when he had decided to be persistent. "Dude, if you stop trying to escape, I'll buy you a pretzel. Was it weird, not being you?"
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Greed paused turning his head over his shoulder much like something out of the exorcist. He narrowed his gaze through thin eyes. Why was saint dick so interested.
"Did you think it was a carnival show? Of course it was weird. I felt like I was dying."
His ears perked at the promise of food. "Two pretzels."

George rolled his eyes. "Big spender. All right, two pretzels. Did you, I don't know, learn anything from your time as a human? Maybe about not being a tool, for example?"
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"No," Greed said through a thoughtful glance towards the pretzel stand, "I just can't decide between cinnamon and sugar or cheese." It was all in the dipping sauce. Pizza sauce or cinnabon icing. Both were tasty with pretzels.
"I thought I was choking my insides down. Being human is exhausting. Too much thinking..." But of happened opened up a door for him, a big door.
"Choose wisely," George said with a sigh, herding Greed toward the line at the pretzel stand. "And yes, being human is stressful. All the more reason not to want someone to, say, kidnap you."

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"Seriously? Just one?" He whined staring at the choices as if life depended on it!
George was getting personal. "I don't know what I think about those kind of feelings." The kind that made him all warm and fuzzy inside.
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“Oh my God,” George sighed. “Two pretzels, two toppings. Control yourself. And as for your feelings, try to figure them out. Learn from them or whatever.” He felt like Yoda, suddenly. Just dispensing advice whether people wanted it or not. “Look, you were actually human for a while. It’s the closest you’re going to get to understanding humans.”
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"I'm not good at picking just one thing." It was almost his curse. Greed never left a store empty-handed. He never picked up just one item. Greed was a compulsive buyer, especially with food. There were things the Sins all had of each other within them. The excess Sins especially had a lot of each other threading them together, especially appetite.
He grinned wide when he was given the two pretzels, though now he was eying the cheese pretzels. Choices, choices. Eventually, he picked two, stuffing the cinnamon and sugar into his mouth.
"I've always wanted it you know," his voice muffled by the wad of pretzel. "The other side. Love and shit." He chewed in big bites, wallowing toppings and pretzels together with a pleased moan. He'd told Wrath something similar, maybe George would have something new to give him.
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He had never seen anyone enjoy a pretzel so much.
“Did you find it?” George asked. Not unkindly, he asked, “Do you think you’re capable of it now?”
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Greed swallowed down the mountain sized lump of pretzel in his mouth. "It's taboo isn't it? For a Sin to love? That's something only virtues are capable of. But...Wrath seems to more than like you..." He looked down at the little bite of pretzel left. "Its something my body rejects, but I know I want to keep it." Love was what everything else was for Greed, a possession. This, like so few of his box of prizes was a treasure. It belonged with Zoe, a treasure for him to keep gently wrapped in his pocket.
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“Sins can feel love,” George said. Of that, he was completely confident. “It’s an uphill battle for you guys, sure, but...it’s not impossible.”
He tapped his fingers thoughtfully against the railing they were leaning on. “So you love her, this girl you’ve been dating?”
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Greed thumbed the piece of food, stuffing it in his mouth before giving an answer. Something in George's words defied everything a Sin seemed capable of. But....
"She's not my girlfriend anymore. She knows about Lust and that kinda fucked things up..." He paused. "I've tried to make someone love me before and it didn't work. This is different. No one's ever given me their heart before. No one's ever given me anything before that I didn't steal first." Greed didn't touch his second pretzel. He'd save that one for later. "I do."

George raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, you’re not going to be able to do...whatever it is that you and Lust do if you’re with someone else. You have to choose one or the other.” Which did not seem to be Greed’s special talent in life, but that was his problem. “And eventually she’s going to get sick of waiting for you to choose.”
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"You can't even understand it pretty boy." What Greed had with Lust wasn't a relationship. It wasn't just sex either, but it was like being with yourself with the way they mirrored one another. "Lust isnt my girlfriend either." She was his sister, his mother and lover in one package, but there was no way he would be able to dump one for the other. New Year's Eve was a strong indication of that. Though, he'd discovered when Lust was missing what made her Lust, and he was still feeling through these human bits, he would have and did pick Zoe first. When Lust was back to her usual there was no stepping down. He simply couldnt. They were tied.
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“No, I can’t understand it completely,” George said with a shrug. “I’m not a Sin. But neither is your would-be girlfriend. She’s going to just leave eventually. And when she does, you ought to let her go.”
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"I can't." Greed answered quickly. That was in stone. Unless he was brainwashed or lost his memory of Zoe there was no letting go until he was ready. But with what she had given him? He wasn't sure he woukd ever let go, and that could end like Josie again...
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“If you love her and she wants to leave, then you need to find the way,” George said seriously. He sighed and rubbed his neck. “I’m sure you can convince her to put up with your shit for a while longer, though.”
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"No, George. You don't get it. I can't just let something go until I let it go." Josie had jumped too soon, he wasn't letting Zoe go. If he could keep her as a friend, than at least he could still keep her.
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George nodded, because to be fair, he didn’t understand what it was like. He wasn’t the sin of greed.

“If it seems like you’re hurting this girl, even if you don’t think you are, I’m gonna have to stop you.” He didn’t say it in a particularly threatening way, but it was clear that he meant it.
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Greed did take offense with that. George was not going to jump into his business. He threw George a side glance. "Involve yourself? How?" He looked like a rabid dog. No one touched his things.
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“I mean, if she seems to have, say, a Greed-monster living in her head making her steal things like a magpie, I’m telling her that it’s from being around you,” George said. “Being around you guys for too long does stuff to people.”

He gestured vaguely to try and indicate the damage it could do. He wasn’t entirely sure that being around Wrath wasn’t causing the same kind of damage in him that he worried about in Greed’s girlfriend. But George was sure he could deal with it.

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"I haven't used on her for fucks sake," he sighed heavy, stuffing his left over pretzel in his bag. He talked as if he was hard up on Zoe like drugs. But, not once had he thrown influence on her purposefully. He liked the result when he didn't on her, it was a surprise grab bag and he liked it.

But any time spent continuously with a Sin could cause some damage, except Zoe liked to pull out all the better parts of his sinlyness.
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“And how’s Lust feel about all of this?” George asked. He wasn’t quite sure what the hell was going on between Greed and Lust, but from Wrath’s description of it, it sounded like a mess. He’d been on the receiving end of Lust’s ‘help’ before; he didn’t want to imagine what she could do to someone she was really trying to hurt.
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"How's Lust feel about what?" Did they have to drag her into it? He was doing so good at keeping these two worlds seperate. Though it was a hinderance because without letting them live together, these two worlds were trying merge, and him keeping them apart was what gave him so many problems. "About Zoe or the fact I haven't drained the girl yet? I don't want to." His voice hitched. "She lives a little longer when I don't."
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“You shouldn’t drain her at all!” George said, hands twitching from frustration. “That shouldn’t be a fucking option, dude! And what I meant was that if Lust gets even slightly pissed at you, she’s going to destroy this girl eventually.”
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"Lust is already pissed. I kind of took something from her once. She'll hit me in spades when she can." Greed knew that eventually it would come to a head what he'd taken from Lust, who he'd taken from her. But he wasn't ready for this pissing contest to come to the surface yet. In his own twisted way he was protecting Zoe.
"I'm not going to drain her. Christ." He rolled his eyes. Was George even listening?
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George sighed and straightened up, preparing to leave. They were talking in circles, and he somehow doubted his persuasive skills had convinced Greed to leave the girl alone.

“Don’t get this woman killed, all right?” George said, in lieu of continuing their bickering.

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