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When; August 10, Night
Rating; Definitely NC-17.
Characters; Greed![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
so_very_greedy and Earl Cain misterblackbird
Summary; The good Earl decides to take Greed up on his offer of a night out.
Log;
After a quick smoothing out of his uniform and a discrete hygiene check, Greed cleared his throat and knocked on the door to Cain's living space. For a moment, he considered checking his face for stubble. Then he realized that his facial hair never actually grew.
He was holding a small, packaged cheesecake in his left hand, for a gift. Granted, he didn't know EXACTLY what Cain liked, but hey, who turned down cheesecake? It was heaven, in pastry form.
"Yo, Cain, you ready?" he called out through the door, "It's me. Greed."
Rating; Definitely NC-17.
Characters; Greed
so_very_greedy and Earl Cain misterblackbirdSummary; The good Earl decides to take Greed up on his offer of a night out.
Log;
After a quick smoothing out of his uniform and a discrete hygiene check, Greed cleared his throat and knocked on the door to Cain's living space. For a moment, he considered checking his face for stubble. Then he realized that his facial hair never actually grew.
He was holding a small, packaged cheesecake in his left hand, for a gift. Granted, he didn't know EXACTLY what Cain liked, but hey, who turned down cheesecake? It was heaven, in pastry form.
"Yo, Cain, you ready?" he called out through the door, "It's me. Greed."
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Watching carefully, and since there was no spoon to be found, Cain imitated him with the soup, sipping it like he might have sipped tea. His smile was a little easier now.
"Hmm, well, I'm not used to talking about myself--beyond a bit of ballroom small-talk. I'm used to letting rumours do most of the talking ahead of me. I just prove bits of them true as I go."
Interesting soup. Salty, but good.
"'Drama'? It is rather theatrical, what goes on. Enemies in the City, threats of death, illnesses, and the curses mixing it all up together. And if I should let too much about all that slip, you won't tell retell it?"
His voice was brighter now, clearer, though no less serious. "To be perfectly honest, it's difficult to relax, no matter who I'm with."