Log: Ongoing

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

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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[violentflutist.livejournal.com]

Tayuya made sure to scout the peremiter before approaching closer, checking the escape routes and the entrances, along with checking for other prescenses. One could never be too careful. Satisfied that she was alone she approached the door, opening it and peeking in. No movement. She opened and shut the door behind her, back to it. She'd had an easy enough time finding the place, after all, she'd played a few times in the circis of the Mad Hatter.

Casting about for sign of the homunculis... or whatever the fuck he was, Tayuya took one step forward, hand on flute. Once again, a precaution. She sense a precense, yes, but she couldn't seem to pinpoint it. He wasn't human, which could explain this. Since she was dead after all, she threw caution to the wind.

"Greed?"

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

Greed yelled down from the shoulder of a massive statue that looks almost like Poseidon, except Poseidon didn't have one side of his face warped into an insane mockery.

"Yo, Ta-chan! Good to see ya'!"

He hopped down the 300 foot drop, landing in front of her.

"I knew you'd come."

[violentflutist.livejournal.com]

She watched the drop with interest, one eyebrow raising as he rose as easily as one would stand from a chair. Definitly not human. Even a ninja would need to touch base several times down on that descent to be unharmed, or at least not break their legs.

"Ta-chan?" She grumped, arms crossed over her chest. "I don't call you Greedy-poo, or some shit like that." She smirked. "Come now, it's Tayuya."

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

He held up his arms placatingly.

"Okay, okay, I gotcha'. No silly names. Though people have called me a greedy shit, before."

He strolled to the table and pulled out a seat for her.

"For the lady?"

[violentflutist.livejournal.com]

"Greedy shit?" Tayuya gave a small snort of a laugh. "I assume you are greedy, with a name like that." She followed him to the table and eyed the chair. No one... in her memory, at least, had ever held out a chair for her at a table, except Sakon once when he had been messing with her head when they were children, (he'd pulled it out from under her).

"Are you serious?" She asked, glancing from the chair to the man and back to the chair. Not many people called her a lady either. Her first impulse for a long time had been to avoid all men, but since she was dead she figured she'd try out some new avenues.

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

"Absolutely. Cross my heart and hope to die repeatedly and resurrect."

He formed his finger into a shielded claw and carved a gash over where his "heart" would be, which instantly healed.

"I'm just bein' proper. Please."

[violentflutist.livejournal.com]

Another raised eyebrow at the self-inflicted wound. She almost laughed at his promise of seriousness, she hadn't heard anyone promise like that since she was a child, and she'd made Kidoumaru swear not to put spiders in her hair, (he did anyway). Cross my heart and hope to die.

She did watch fascinated as the wound seemed to just be swallowed up by healed skin, leaving nothing to show for it. Blinking a few times as if to clear her head, she sat down, rather unlady-like, as usual.

"Thanks."

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

He pushed in the chair and gestured to the food. Among the delicacies, there are steaks, ribs, salads/soups of many kinds, curry, rice, pastas, chicken, steamed seafood dishes, and several kinds of desert.

"Anything I can get for you? I live to serve young women. I already chose my meals earlier on. I'll get them after."

[violentflutist.livejournal.com]

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.

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

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."

[violentflutist.livejournal.com]

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.

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

"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'!"

[violentflutist.livejournal.com]

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.

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

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.

[violentflutist.livejournal.com]

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."

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

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

He took a swig himself, between mouthfuls of lamb.

[violentflutist.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

"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."

[violentflutist.livejournal.com]

"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.

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

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.

[violentflutist.livejournal.com]

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."

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

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."

[violentflutist.livejournal.com]

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."

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

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!"

[violentflutist.livejournal.com]

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?"