tampered | log; ongoing

log; ongoing

When; October 4th, evening
Rating; uhm, PG?
Characters; Greed

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Summary; It's a date! :o
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Anemone wasn't lying when she said she had never been on a date. She has heard much of it though, mostly about how one ought to dress up for it. As she pouts at her own reflection on the mirror, that is the particular issue on her mind. How should one dress up for a date?

She combed her hair and fixed her pins and dress, but she doesn't know what else she can do. Oh bother, Greed already said that she is pretty anyway. Well, people like saying that, but she wonders if it's really true...

A knock on the door startles her, and she stares at it for a moment before realizing that it's probably Greed. She turns back to the mirror to check herself one last time. Then, picking Gulliver up with one arm, she runs over to the door and throws it open excitedly. "You're here!" The possibility that it might be someone else never crossed her mind.

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Greed prided himself on punctuality, knowing that females could be time-sensitive and the difference between "yes" and "no", was sometimes as simple as whether or not you inconvenienced them.

"I see you're as lovely as ever," he said, offering her a bouquet of pink roses, "A perfect example of youthful beauty."

He looked about the apartment, checking out the decor.

"Nice place. Never actually been here."

Flowers. Dominic gives her silly presents sometimes but they were never so nicely wrapped or, well, so nice. To hell with him anyway, he was the one who left her alone in this stupid City. "Roses!" Her eyes brighten at them, taking the bouquet excitedly and smelling the blooms.

Remembering that they are still at the door, she steps back to allow him in, then runs over to the kitchen to get a vase. "It's mommy Rem's place," she yells from the other side of the apartment, "she takes good care of me."

She finds a clear vase in one of the cabinets, quickly filling it with water and moving the roses into it, as if they are dying and she needs to rescue them quickly. Satisfied with her handy work, she smiles to herself and takes her time enjoying the scent, almost forgetting her guest.

"Rem is a good woman. I never could get her to go out with me," he laughed, walking in after her and leaning against a nearby wall. He notices her flower ritual and enjoys her reactions for a moment, until he notices her spacing out.

"So, you ready? The way back can be treacherous," he said, "I'll piggy-back you."

He kneeled before her and grasped one hand gently, kissing it.

"Would my lady care to ride on my back?"

She snaps out of her momentary trance, looking at Greed, a little puzzled. As if having very slow response times, she simply watches as he kneels before her and kisses her hand. Piggy-back ride? She thinks she remembers what that is. Something... something her daddy used to do. Not Dewey though, her real daddy. But Greed?

Quickly, her smile blooms widely. "Yes!" Then throwing another glance at the roses, she gives him another grin, "thank you!"

He quickly rises and scoops her up onto his back, then heads out the door. They're soon moving quickly through the open areas and alleyways as he leaps from place to place, covering ground quickly.

They reach the northwest edge of the city, where it becomes forest, then take a well lit pathway through it. Eyes glow in the darkness on either side as different cries and howls are heard.

"Don't worry, the things in the forest don't come near inhabited or well-lit areas," he reassured her, moving deeper until they reach a large, ornate temple.

She holds on tightly, though not fearfully, peering over his shoulder excitedly. The glowing eyes in the darkness don't scare her at all, neither do the cries and howls. She makes a mental note to visit this place later on, it would be fun to look around.

Anemone nods, "I'm not scared!"

Greed quickly leaps up the steps and sets her down, then opens the large doors, ushering her inside. He immediately doffs his shoes and vest, leaving them at the door.

"Be sure to take off your shoes and any other accessories ya' want. We try to keep things tidy around here."

He walked ahead of her to turn on some lights, the gestured to her.

"You want some food?"

As soon as he set her down, Anemone peers around the place curiously, turning whichever way to take everything in. The place looks so strange, but cute! She wonders if there are any houses like this one back in her world. She never really got to travel so she wouldn't know.

Following his instruction, she quickly takes off her shoes then runs after him, clutching at his arm out of habit. "Yes!" She puts a finger on her lips in thought, "I want jam. I want chocolate cake! With cream on top. Sometimes I like cherries on them too!"

"Lessee then," he says, opening an immense refrigerator and taking out a few different items. He places out bread, several different types of jams and jellies, and bits of whatever pastries they had left in house.

"This good?" he gestured to the foods, "We're short of cherries, but I could jaunt down to the store and grab some, if ya' want."

Her eyes brighten at the sight of all the jams and jellies and oh-so-cute pastries. "I don't need cherries!" She picks up each of the jars and tries to choose one. She grins with satisfaction as she chooses the biggest jar.

Hopping to sit on the counter, she takes the jar of blueberry jam and starts eating it with her fingers. She tries not to make a mess; Greed did say they like keeping things tidy. Besides, being messy is not polite, right?

Oh, that reminds her. Anemone offers the jar to him, "want some?"

He shrugs and leans against a countertop beside her. His eyes trail back and forth from her fingers, to her mouth.

"I'm not really a sweets guy, but I can give it a chance," he grinned, "Provided a certain stipulation. Do I get to lick it off your fingers?"

He began to carve a slice of key lime pie for himself.

"It's just a way to better enjoy my food."

He wants to lick it off her fingers? Gulliver liked to do that before, but now he likes to gobble down each jar with one gulp instead. Something tells her that perhaps it isn't a very good idea, but she can't put her finger on the reason. It doesn't seem dangerous at all though.

Maybe Greed is just like Gulliver! She grins to herself and takes some jam from the jar to offer it to him. "Lick it clean~"

His nose twitches as he inhales the scent of the jam, then moves closer, carefully minding his sharp teeth. His tongue snakes out and wraps around a few of her fingers and starts to drag over them, pulling off the jam. The surface of his tongue was rough, almost like a cat's, coarse but smooth.

"Mmmm, good stuff," he growled low in his throat, "You and the jam."

He switched to the rest of her hand and placed his lips over the fingers, sucking them gently until they were completely clean.

"Hey, you're right!"

His tongue feels just like Gulliver's! It was quite hard not to giggle, Anemone wishes Gulliver would keep eating things off her hand; tongues are warm. She let him clean all the jam off her fingers with a delighted grin on her face. She let herself giggle only when he is finished, "I'm tasty?"

She leans closer to him teasingly, "tastier than the jam~?"

"I'd say you just might be," he said, wiping his face off, "So, would ya' like to see the springs?"

She laughs in reply. She likes calling other people tasty but she never knew if she herself were tasty too or not. It's nice to know that she is!

"Yes!" Anemone hops off the counter enthusiastically. The springs must be a very cute place!

He guides her down the hallway from the kitchen and slides open a doorway at it's end. They reach another doorway right after, the changing area.

"We're gonna' overheat if we go in like this. So this is where we need to change. You can either go in the buff or I can get ya' a swimsuit. What's it gonna' be?"

Everything in the house excites her. Everything is so different. Anemone makes her way down the hall, stopping every few seconds to have a closer look at something or even a poke. It will surely take a long time for the novelty to wear out.

She runs to catch up with him, clutching at his arm again. "Buff?" She asks, at first, then it quickly dawns on her. Anemone chuckles in reply, "I won't go in naked, silly!" She pokes Greed's arm in mock-anger, "I belong to Dewey only!"

"But I don't want to own ya', Anemone, I just wanna' have some fun with ya'. Dewey can own ya' all he likes, but that doesn't mean ya' can't see people in a more intimate manner."

"Hmmm~" She places a finger on her lips again, trying to seem as if she is thinking hard. Not that she's not thinking hard, of course. "Dewey might not like that!" She tells him, but puts the finger back on her lips as if she isn't finished.

"But~" She grins mischievously at him, "maybe one day if I like you a real lot!"

Greed lets out a deep sigh and shrugs.

"I guess it can't be helped then. But how can I make ya' like me more?"

She giggles in delight in reply; it feels nice to have someone so eager to please her. Usually, she would be the one trying all sorts of things to make Dewey happy! Well, there was Dominic, but he tried way too hard. "Well~ you can start by getting me a swimsuit first~" She grins mischievously, "then we'll see from there!"

"Excellent, dear!" he said, jaunting to the back and bringing one out. It was a good thing he had so much experience with guessing measurements.

"This (http://www.beallsflorida.com/graphics/products/360-3550-0945-yy-yyy.jpg)?"

Anemone leans forward to look at the swimsuit a little closer. She thinks it is cute enough, really, but it was not for nothing that most of Dewey's men considered her a spoiled brat.

"No~ I want something orange!" She turned around and flipped her hair back as if to accent on the point further.

Greed hurried back and came out with another of similar design, save for the extra frills and pink hued coler-scheme.

"Better?" he asked, grinning.

Frills are definite extra points! Clasping her hands together in delight, she runs over to give him a quick hug before taking the swimsuit from him and running away to change.

...she will say thank you when she gets back.

Greed strips out of his clothes completly and wraps a towel around himself, checking the springs to make sure no one's around.

"Come on out when you're ready, babe."

She took less than a minute to change, but she did take her time in twriling round and round the mirror to look at all the frills. She thinks she looks pretty cute, but that's also her trying to assure herself that it is alright to walk out with so little on. Conjuring up the image of a flustered and blushing Dominic, she tells herself that she must look cute.

She just hopes that Greed thinks so too. Hearing his call, she fixes up the swimsuit a little before dashing out of the changing room, Gulliver bounding along behind her as always. "Look! Look!"

Greed appraised her as she stepped out, clapping and whistling at her.

"Nice! Very hot! That puts fire and passion in my blood!" he said, opening the door and grabbing a cooler of cold drinks, "Step on out. We're heading to the pool dead ahead, that smells of strawberries."

She grins happily at the appraisal; she is glad he likes it. She is so used to trying to please someone or other that she wouldn't be happy if only she is satisfied with herself. "Strawberries?" She asks as she follows him, "that'll make me smell tasty!"

"I already think you are, it's hard not to just eat you up," he purred, walking out with her to the edge of the spring. He set down the drinks and removed the towel, setting it down beside the cooler.

"You ready to get in?" he said, as if being naked was the most natural thing in the world.

Anemone was never extensively educated in propriety, so she wasn't particularly bothered by it. Walking to the edge of the spring, she kneeled to the floor to smell the water, giggling in delight, "It smells like real strawberries!"

She didn't wait for Greed before stepping into the spring, splashing around like a three-year-old kid.

Greed smiled at the display and decided to follow suit, jumping into the water in a cannonball, then popping up beside her.

"Ha ha! I am the undefeated master of the aquatic arts!" he exclaimed, splashing her with some water.

"So I take it you like the scent we used?"

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