tampered | Log: Ongoing

Log: Ongoing

When: 7:00 pm
Rating: Pg-13 to R, because you never know what Greed's going to say.
Characters: Greed and Tayuya
Summary: Greed is on a secret dinner date with Tayuya.
Log: Upon entry to the large room, one can see that it looks to be a place that was at one time used for storage. Long, crimson curtains reach downward from the high ceiling, trailing over every surface, while aged statues of indeterminate origin are scattered about as if someone had simply shoved the massive structures to the side. A few sparse pieces of furniture can be seen, including several large dressers, an over-sized bed he seems to have hauled in through the skylight and simply dropped, and an ornate banquet table covered in numerous varieties of food. The rest of the area has various bric-a-brac he seems to have taken from all over the city. The room has an overall haphazard look to it, yet has a strange, masculine appeal. Surely Greed must be here somewhere...

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Tayuya was definitly skeptical. She eyed the table, sweeping past each piece of food and trying to keep her mouth from watering. She hadn't been eating well, living with Kimimaro tended to throw you off your appetite. The fucker didn't even eat right, so they didn't really have groceries, either.

"Where'd you get all this?" She asked instead, craning her neck to look Greed in the eyes, she hated being short sometimes. A lot.

Greed removed his glasses, showing the purple-tinged, almost feral eyes that he shared with his "siblings."

"There's not a whole lot you can't get here, if you know how to look and who to ask. Being on good terms with people like Hattie, who owns this place, is also good. Truth be told, I also swiped a lot from last nights party. You should see the liquor stash I hid. Not that I can really get drunk. Metabolism burns too fast."

Tayuya grinned at the sight of the man's eyes. Reminded her of the curse seal, of the golden tinged eyes of the infected.

"Connections, hmm? And a thief? Seems you make good work of the festivities." She eyed the chair next to her. "Would you sit down? You're damn tall." As she said it she was reaching across the table for a steak, as usual, manner-less.

"I guess that's my Old Man's fault."

He sat and grabbed a rack of ribs with his hands, greedily chomping into it, the shark-like teeth shearing through flesh and bone.

"Now that's good eatin'!"

Now that was more the manners she was accustomed to. Dinners in Otogakure were first come first serve, and she'd recieved and dealt many injuries with her comrades fighting at the table.

Stabbing the steak with a knife, leaning over the table on tip-toes, she managed to snake it back towards her plate. She cut a bite off and chewed thoughtfully.

"Good." She nodded. And reveled in it. She hadn't eaten this well since... well... before she died.

He poured himself a cup of liquor, then offered her the bottle.

"A little hair of the dog? This shit's strong, I'll warn ya'!"

He reached with another hand and stuffed a garlic roll into his mouth. Then he moves several dishes closer to her range.

Tayuya took the bottle with a nod. Her first drink, snuck from a teacher, had been at eleven. She had quite a bit of tolerance, but her true gift with liquer lay in moderation. She didn't like the effects of heavy drinking on the senses.

"I can take it." She offered, taking a swing straight from the bottle then giving a 'pah' of breath after swallowing, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Strong, yes."

"Ha! I love a girl who can knock a few drinks back!"

He took a swig himself, between mouthfuls of lamb.

"I bet you do." Tayuya murmured, finishing off the steak. She then fell to the task of demolishing a mound of mashed potatoes.

"So, Greed." She gestured with her fork. "What do you do exactly? Or did, in your world?"

"Did? Whatever I wanted, really. I traveled the world for about a century, picking up skills every now and then, partying, and running from my siblings. Women also played a big part in my free time, of course."

He glanced into her eyes for a moment.

"...and they still do."

"I can tell, if your incessant flirtations on the... konpyuta..." Her mouth stumbled on the foreign word. "are any evidence."

She smirked.

"The big question is whether you're all talk or not." She always was a stubborn one, prone to goading on others.

He smirked back at her, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Careful, darlin'. Ask a question like that and I may be forced to answer. Have you even been with a man, proper?"

He takes a bite of eggplant parmesan.

Tayuya swallowed the bit of food in her mouth and held up two fingers. She, of course, neglected to mention that both occasions had been... non-consensual, to say the least. But stating such was a worthless waste of space. She'd learned that complaining, as the sole female on a team of males, didn't get you anywhere, especially if that complaining had anything to do with sexual.

"Just a question." She shrugged, as if it were nothing. "Being around guys most of the time enlightened me to the ofteness of which most bastards bluff."

Sensing the slight hesitation, Greed pressed further.

"By 'proper', I meant with a MAN, not some inexperienced whelp fumbling around in the bushes."

He took a draught of beer.

"In any case, you seem like someone who has seen a lot. If you can fight as a warrior, it's not out of the question that you could know about that sort of thing."

Tayuya listened avidly, and, though she was usually straight-forward and clear-cut, she danced around the first statement, not deigning to reply, and ended up at the second.

"A lot, you could say that again. Ninjas, not banjos, mind you-" She smirked. "-see a lot."

He laid his hand on hers.

"I'll bet."

With a shuffling of plates, he rotates out some empty plates to bring on the next courses.

"You feel like some dessert? I have quite a few. The fried cheesecake is fuckin' great!"

She froze, one instant, when her instinct was to immediately draw her flute and crack his skull or go curse seal and rip him with her summons. She... was not often touched.

She took an instant the dessert was offered to quickly withdraw her hand and reach for a plate, trying to cover the moment of... not fear... but... something.

"The fuck is fried cheesecake?"

Greed couldn't figure out why that had upset her, but he did pick up on her biological "tells." The abrupt change in breathing, the rise in tension, the change in scent, the pupil dilation.

"It's...very, very good," he said, taken aback for a moment.

He slid her a plate of it, with a chocolate dipping sauce.

"Look, if I did something untoward..."

Tayuya was upset he had been able to tell. One of the things she had always been taught was control of emotions. She didn't exercise it much, but she prided herself in being able to usually do it when need be. It had failed her this time.

"No, no." She shook her head, wild hair barely contrained by her helmet. "It's..." No use in lying or avoiding an answer. "I... don't usually get touched without getting hurt." She furrowed her brows. "Most touches are because I slipped up in a goddamn battle."

Greed looked at her seriously.

"Tayuya, I would never hurt a girl. Hell, I don't even like hittin' ANY humans unless they throughly deserve it. Or because they picked a fight with me and got in over their heads, but I usually hold back."

He leaned back in his chair and cracked his neck loudly, then shifted forward again.

"I'm not...going...to hurt you. Understand?"

Tayuya decided to play it calm and not take offense at the girl comment as she usually would. After years of trying to make herself the equal of the males on her team, she was paticuraly senstive to male chauvanism. But she tried to let it pass, this once.

"I..." Normally she was never at a loss for words. "I'll have to say my first instinct is not to trust you. Ninja, remember?"

"And you need to remember that I know NOTHING about ninjas, except that you're very well-trained humans. I didn't know that paranoia came with the territory."

He cracked a bottle of champagne open and poured some.

"Is there anything I can do to put you more at ease?"

"Paranoia would be a good trait to think of when you think ninja."

She plucked a glass from the table and held it out, gesturing at the champagne bottle.

"... not really. I'll have to get to know you better over time. And to be honest, I still won't trust you completely. I don't trust anyone completely. Potentially bad for my health."

He poured her a bit, then set the bottle down.

"That's a damned shame. Ain't a real way to go through life."

She swirled the champagne around in the glass, watching the liquid swish against the sides before taking a sip.

"Eh, it's what I know." She shrugged. "How do you go through life, then?"

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