➥ a little romantic | long time no see | sorry for disappearing
[Truth be told, it's been a long time. But for him?]
[He's got all the time in the world.]
[It's not entirely cordial - not entirely the horse and carrot trick of a few lit candles and flower petals, no. It's a knock on the door, a familiar face from a long-time passed. A rapping of knuckles at the wood frame and a devilish smile cut from the dark.]
Guess I should apologize. [Is all he has to say at first. With his fingers thick - a bottle of champagne and the old-fashioned orange juice in the other - Greed remembers what the good ol'gal from Aliunde likes. A Mimosa, if his memory serves him. And it seems even that old ticker's still going.]
[And what year is it now? Doesn't matter. His world, the previous one? All gone; lost to oblivion and he's been somewhere new for a long time. Probably longer than he cares to admit.]
[But he's been wandering; enjoying as history rolls and not a wrinkle shows on his face, not a sliver of the clock on his features.]
[The same old monster from before.]
[He lets himself in with a push-curve of his boot, slides it parallel to the bottom half of the door.] Figured I owed you, don't I? [Said with a purr, a rolling in his throat that vibrates the chords just right. Like a strum of a Spanish guitar.]
You're not the only one, but you're the first I've found so far. [Greed raises the gifts clutches between his fingers and gives a casually roll of his skull; tilts it to let those purple-slits out and his shades fall down his nose.] So Miss Noble - am I allowed to make it up to you?