Greed was dragged out of Satan's penthouse by Lust who still was making him very uneasy. He couldn't put his finger on it, but without her powers, Lust was just a woman. A gorgeous one, but he had nothing to attach himself to. He had not removed the shades he put on his face, as if the disguise alone would hide the fact that he'd run off to Kansas while she wss boxed up. Right now, with his own human feels jumping out, Zoe was where he wanted to be.
The girls would find a way to smuggle Raiden in, she was tiny, no one would notice.. meanwhile Lust was ranting and raving about being at Satan's while she dragged Greed out towards his car, they were almost there when she suddenly stopped and spun on her heel to face him, looking really frustrated, "Why are you dragging your feet? And why are you wearing those things when it's pitch black out here." she was all for looking cool but he was going to drive them into a tree wearing those. She hated feeling like this, so... so... gross and human. She wanted to claw her skin off. She needed to feed from Greed because everything seemed strange.
"I just drove all across town to deliver your ass home. Hello. Don't say thank you." He was dragging, mentally as well. They had nothing to thrive off of from one another. It was a dead end right now. They were both floating more human bits than they were used to.
Greed snorted ignoring her tirade over glasses. "What's it fucking matter. They go with the outfit," he ran his hand in the air in an up and down motion. He was dressed to go out, but he didn't want her to see his eyes.
Lust put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side, "Thank you? I trade places with you and go to Satan's little torture box because his cable is out and you want me to be thankful to you? I DIED, Greed! Do you not remember that?" she assumed he had felt it. When Gluttony died, it was a gut punch to her and Greed.. but if Greed died, Lust would have felt it almost like her own death and she figured the same happened to Greed. "It's not a fuckin' picnic!" they would come back but dying of dehydration and hunger was a painful way to go and it was just as hard to come back.
She didn't care about his stupid outfit or really the shades as she stamped her foot and pouted, "You haven't even kissed me!" she put her arms around his middle and pouted, "I feel gross! I need to get my energy back!" she was whining now, completely at a loss without her sin running through her.
"I didn't know you'd died!" Oops. There it was. Now she would know with or without the shades that he did something he shouldn't have. That just left an awkward vibe between them.
She poked. He threw back the mud. When he kissed her there was too much human inside him to her already weak system. And not just any human feelings...