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When; May 16, evening
Rating; PG-13, though Greed's language can get rather saucy.
Characters; Greed

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Summary; Greed invites Maya out for her first ever date. This will surely be memorable.
Log;

"Yo, babe!" Greed yelled up from the side of Maya's apartment building, hoping she would hear, "I forgot which room you had! Peek your head out the window!"

He jumped up and down excitedly as he yelled, eliciting several neighbors to throw objects at his him. Dogs began to bark in the distance, disturbed by his booming voice.

"I'm all ready to go!"

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Maya straightened her outfit in the mirror. She very rarely wore something besides her ceremonial channeling robes, but for tonight she had decided to wear something a little less mystical looking--a simple dress with a jacket over it. She hoped it'd be appropriate enough for wherever Greed was taking her.

She couldn't believe she was actually going on a date. She had never gone on a date. Much less with a man that one day suddenly appeared in her bathtub. The City's way of bringing people together, maybe?

She ran to the window when she heard his voice from outside the building. "I'm here! Apartment #166!" she said with a smile. "Do you want me to come down?"

"Ah ha!" he yelled, pointing upward to her. He jumped against the wall and quickly scaled it, jamming his fingers straight into the bricks as he went up the side of the building. He stopped at her window.

"This is probably quicker. I'll just jump down from here with you. Hop on!" he said, holding out his arms, "We're headin' down, threshold-style!"

Maya's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Wh-what?! How did you do that?"

She knew Greed was an interesting person, but she didn't quite realize how interesting.

"You...you want to jump? Are you sure? It...it seems like a long distance."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine! My legs are good shock absorbers. C'mon. I'll carry ya'."

He got partway in the window and steadied himself, waiting for her.

"It'll be fine."

Well...he...did manage to climb all the way up here...

Maybe he was right. "Okay. If you say so."

With only a little hesitation, she climbed into his waiting arms and prepared herself for the jump.

"Yahooooo!"

He fell out the window and righted himself in the air, transforming his left arm into a claw while holding her with the right. His left caught the side of the building, letting the claw drag and slow his descent. They soon reached the bottom safely.

"That was fun. You ready for some steak?"

Maya let out a small 'eep!' as Greed jumped out of the building, but otherwise remained silent until they reached the ground. Her grip on her companion was tight, but she was a little surprised--she wasn't actually that afraid. In fact, he was right...

"That actually was fun!" she said, trying not to sound too surprised. She balled her hands into fists and grinned, a small glint in her eye. "I'm always ready for steak. Let's go!"

"Right!" he said, snatching her up again and taking off, her on his back. He raced through lights and city streets, finally ending up in front of a neon sign with a large, rotating cartoon cow.

"Right this way," he said, clutching her hand and entering. The young hostess quickly recognized Greed by his reservation description and ushered them to a table. They were each given menus and left to themselves.

"Pretty nice, eh?" he grinned.

Maya was used to dragging people places. She was always pulling Phoenix one way or another, carting him to this shop or that fast food place. (The thought of Nick made her feel a little homesick, but she pushed that thought aside.) She had never really expected the tables to be turned on her in this way.

Before she knew it, they were at the resturant and settling into their seats. She smiled at Greed. "It looks exactly like what I would've chosen."

She opened the menu and glanced through it. Yup. She was going to like this place.

A pretty waitress walked up to them and asked for their orders.

"Hmmm..." Greed said, perusing his options, "I want the 72 ounce He-Man special flank steak, with an order of ribs, two baked potatoes, baked beans, and beef tips with beefy sauce."

He was practically salivating already as he turned to her.

"Whatever ya' want, babe. Whatever you want."

Maya only slightly raised an eyebrow to the amount of food Greed had ordered. After the way he had brought her here, she had started to expect the unexpected. Besides, obviously he'd need enough food to fuel all of that energy...

"I'll have the ribeye steak with a side of fries and chilli," she told the waitress with a grin, handing back her menu.

"I'm saving room for dessert," she explained to Greed. "Even having a second stomach for sweets and steak, it's best to ration myself."

"You have second stomach," he said, completely serious, "That's awesome!"

He leaned over the table and looked into her bright, clear eyes, "Are you non-human, too?"

She blinked--once, twice. Maya probably would've even laughed, but...it was obvious he was serious.

"No, I'm human," she admitted, a bit sheepishly. "It's just an expression, really."

"Ah, gotcha'," he said, "No problem. I like women who can pack it down. You a drinker, too?" he asked.

As he spoke, he was already arranging the silverware and putting a napkin across his lap.

Maya put her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her hand. "Not really. I'm still a bit young for that."

"Eh? I've been drinkin' since I was created! You should really try it, sometime."

Greed leaned forward a bit and made a small adjustment to the fork at his left.

"So, babe, what line of work are ya' in? And how'd a pretty girl like you end up in this place?"

"Well, it's a little different for humans."

Maya's eyes lit up a little when Greed asked her about her work. "I'm a spirit medium! Or, well, I'm training to be one, anyway. It's something that's been passed down in my family for generations. My mother was a spirit medium, and my sister knew how to do it, too, although she was a lawyer." A quick frown flickered on her face for a second when she mentioned her sister, but she quickly regained her composure. "I work for the lawyer that used to be her assistant some, too. His name is Phoenix Wright. We've won a lot of cases together! ...Actually, that's sort of how I got here. I was taking the train to his city to help him with a case, and...ended up here."

She crossed her arms and leaned back, thinking for a moment. "Hopefully Nick's not too worried. My cell phone won't work here, so I can't call him to let him know where I am."

"Yeah, yeah, I remember. Just bringin' it up."

Greed cocked an eyebrow and looked at her outfit. Did they actually allow that in courtrooms?

"What's with the, uh, get-up? Most lawyers probably don't wear something that's quite so attention-grabbin'."

"Oh! I'm just his assistant. I'm not a real lawyer." She grinned, fiddling with the necklace around her neck. "You mean my robes? My aunt likes me to wear traditional channeling clothes."

"They allow that in the court, though? Neat! Those really show off your form, darlin'! You've got a nice body!" he grinned, his nose twitching at the smell of food wafting toward the table, "And looky-look, the food's here!"

He sat back in his chair and tapped the table in anticipation as their server pulled a cart up alongside them and began setting their meals down.

"Ah...r-really? You think so? They're fairly simple, I think...all the women in my family wear them." She smoothed out some of the folds in her robe. Nobody had ever complimented her that way before. Did it really look that nice? It had always been just a robe to her...

Oh! The food! She grinned when her steak was set in front of her and brightly said 'thanks!' to the waitress.
"That was quick! There's good service here!"

"Then the women in your family must be as beautiful as you," he said, smiling across the table. He stabbed a fork into the steak on his plate, "Must be quite a sight to see."

"I never choose bad places for dates. It's against my better nature."

"Oh, well...Mia was really pretty! Pearl...well...she's just a kid, but she's cute." Maya picked up her steak knife and cut out a bite sized piece, then used her fork to put it in her mouth.

WOW. This was possibly the best steak she had ever had! "Mm! No kidding!"

"Ha ha! See, I told ya' so."

He devoured a large chunk of beef, followed by a few sips of his drink.

"I've got an appreciation for the finer things in life, babe. It's ingrained into my being ever since my creation. So, you got any questions about me? You're pretty brave to just go out with a strange homunculus."

"Well, you seemed nice enough," Maya said with a shrug of her shoulders. "I mean, if you wanted to hurt me, you probably could've done it before.

...What exactly is a homunculus, though? I never heard that term before I came here."

"Well, we're what happens when humans use stuff called alchemy to make humans. They don't quite succeed. We're like you guys, but much more durable," he said, chewing another bit of his meal, "It's kinda' complicated. See this table?"

He rapped the surface once for emphasis.

"It's made of numerous components, most of which is wood. An alchemist could take a pile of wood, apply knowledge of how a table is made, and instantly create this table. Tryin' to create a person that way only works with somethin' called a philosopher's stone. It's what powers us. We can't live otherwise, because we don't have a soul to maintain our body."

Maya's eyes grew wide. "Wh-what?! You don't have a soul?? But...but that's...what happens when you die, then? Do you just...disappear?"

"Eh, pretty much. I'm just a construct."

He gulped down the last of his drink and went to refill it.

"It's nothin' major. I don't really think about it. I've got a lot of life left until that happens. Not that I intend to EVER let it happen."

"Everyone...dies eventually," Maya said softly. She stabbed her fork into her steak and cut at it vigerously. "Some sooner than others. Some are...killed. But even those that aren't? They'll die, too. Of course, that's not really the end. That's where people like me come in."

"Yeah. That's where I end, though. I just simply stop existing, like unplugging an appliance. I'm a thing, not a person, and I'm perfectly fine with that."

He began to eat again, finishing off the last bits of his meal.

"What about you, babe? You sound like that's a sore subject. Does it make you sad to think about things like that?"

Maya took a deep breath and forced a small smile on her face. "Well, you know...in the sort of work I do, you see a lot of death. I mean...a lot of Nick's work tends to be murder cases."

That's how she'd met him in the first place. He had been her defense lawyer when she was accused of murdering her sister...

Ah, but that wasn't really the sort of thing you talked about on a date, anyway. "I suppose if it doesn't bother you, though, then there's no use dwelling on it."

"Guess it's a mindset thing. My kind aren't afraid of death. My siblings are downright bastards, really. At least I'd feel pissed if a close friend got whacked, even if it wasn't as strong as human grief."

He placed his plate aside and placed his napkin on top.

"Anyway, what kinda' things do ya' like, babe? What are your interests? What turns your crank?"

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