Greed
Sergeant Major
poisonlove
"Tell me... How many knuckles did you break..? Three, or four?" - Greed.
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Post by Greed on Sept 15, 2008 15:47:43 GMT -6
Greed, looked at her as though she had shot him right in the heat, in such a way were it would not grow back. It took a moment to register, the weight of what she just said. He could already tell, the words she spoke were empty. So, the only thing he could assume was, she wanted to keep it. He said, the only thing he could. "The hell you ain't." He said suddenly, gaining his cocky attitude back. He was trying to, in his own way, make her as happy as she could be, at least for the moment. "If you did that, I would not have someone to teach all my secrets." He said, in his cocky manner still. As Gluttony said what he did, Greed lunged for him playfully. Knowing that Gluttony, was immature most of the time. Afterwards, sitting back down.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Sept 15, 2008 15:49:52 GMT -6
"Greed, be serious for a second" Martel said, sighing slightly. "I....we can't have a kid. I want to keep our relationship a secret from Kimblee and the others for as long as I can. And, this isn't exactly good for keeping a secret. Besides, it's not like it's an actual baby yet".
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Greed
Sergeant Major
poisonlove
"Tell me... How many knuckles did you break..? Three, or four?" - Greed.
Posts: 315
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Post by Greed on Sept 15, 2008 15:53:06 GMT -6
"I said, we are keeping it. Even you want to, also. Am'i right?" He countered to her comment. "I dun' give a flyin' fuck about Kimblee or whatever, or how they think about me. We are close comrades, if the have something bad to say. Take it up with me, and their fists." He said, passively, yet cocky at the same time. He was not going to budge either. He wanted her happy, end of story.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Sept 15, 2008 15:54:54 GMT -6
"And what the hell makes you think I want to keep it? I don't want to be a mother, I want to be useful to you" she said, sounding bitter as she spoke the word "mother".
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Post by bentokai on Sept 15, 2008 15:59:57 GMT -6
popping his head back in the compartment. greed said seriously" if its secrecy your worried about. homonculus bred babies are generaly small at birth. maybe three pounds. so it wont be hard to hide your pregnancy. they also mature adulthood faster within seven years." having said that the air of knowledge surrounding gluttony dissapeared. leaving just the regular gluttony. " hi did you say something?" he said after a few awkward minutes. blinking he left again.
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Greed
Sergeant Major
poisonlove
"Tell me... How many knuckles did you break..? Three, or four?" - Greed.
Posts: 315
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Post by Greed on Sept 15, 2008 16:01:01 GMT -6
This really got under, even Greed's, skin. "You know what!? There is more then one way to be useful! And it does not always require fighting! You would still be usefull, in many ways, if you would just shut up, and be happy!" He said the first half of that sentence in sever anger. Though, the second half, the: 'If you just shut up and be happy' part. He faltered on. His voice trailed out, and he stopped short, of what he really wanted to say. His deep, loud voice, caught many stares. However, at this point. Greed, did not give a damn.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Sept 15, 2008 16:05:58 GMT -6
At first a little uneasy about the people staring, Martel got over it. She turned back at Greed, and sighed. "You really want this, don't you?" she asked.
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Greed
Sergeant Major
poisonlove
"Tell me... How many knuckles did you break..? Three, or four?" - Greed.
Posts: 315
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Post by Greed on Sept 15, 2008 16:09:11 GMT -6
"If you do, you know I do." He said flatly. He looked at her from over his shades. "And don't try lying to me, it don't work for you." He said in his cocky manner.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Sept 15, 2008 16:10:31 GMT -6
She looked down. "Greed....you know I d- can't" she said. She was about to say she didn't want it, but found herself unable.
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Greed
Sergeant Major
poisonlove
"Tell me... How many knuckles did you break..? Three, or four?" - Greed.
Posts: 315
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Post by Greed on Sept 15, 2008 16:15:01 GMT -6
Greed, then took in, he must have read into it wrong. But, he was not about to admit that. "Tch'. Do what you want." He said flatly with a little hint of anger. He was unable to tell how he had to act around her any more. When he tried to please her, he fucked up. When he did not, she got pissed. -Fuck it...- He thought, to himself while pushing up his shades and reclining back.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Sept 15, 2008 16:19:16 GMT -6
She sighed again, then smiled slightly. "I'm not sure I'll be able to do this, but I guess I'll have to try" she told him, her voice very soft and low. She didn't want Gluttony to hear.
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Greed
Sergeant Major
poisonlove
"Tell me... How many knuckles did you break..? Three, or four?" - Greed.
Posts: 315
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Post by Greed on Sept 15, 2008 16:24:23 GMT -6
"It's up to you." He said softly, obviously till a little upset. He laid his head back, and he caught himself hoping the ride would end now, for a split second at least. He grew quiet after that, till he was needed to respond.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Sept 15, 2008 16:26:46 GMT -6
Realizing, he didn't want to talk, Martel sighed. Placing a hand on her stomach, she frowned slightly. "I really messed up, didn't I?"
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Greed
Sergeant Major
poisonlove
"Tell me... How many knuckles did you break..? Three, or four?" - Greed.
Posts: 315
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Post by Greed on Sept 15, 2008 16:43:21 GMT -6
Suddenly, the train came to a screeching halt. Greed, stood up. "You really, just don't understand.." He said in a low, somewhat flat tone. Since, they did not carry much anything at all, but themselves. He just walked off after that, but not before pushing up his shades and sticking his thumbs in either of his pockets. He silently walked off into the distance. He also bumped into a few people along the way to the exit, not minding them, their insults, or their 'watch it, pal' comments. He made it to the exit, but not before shooting this random guy who said something to him, a nasty look. He then left off the train, and into central train station. Of which, he did not stop for either of his traveling companions. He just kept walking, not knowing what to do. Or think. He just kept walking, since that was all he could think to do right now. Was walk. And the mission, at least now, that was on his mind. He finally heaved a sigh.
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