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Chance Avaritia "Greed" ([info]better_than) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
Greed had spent more time around the little mortal with Lust busy. He supposed he shouldnt be jealous that Lust gave herself entertainment but he was, but instead of fuming he put his energy into his new toy. He'd never really had a friend before that wasn't revolved around his family, and while there were plenty of immortals out there, Greed stuck to his own guns. He only involved himself in what he wanted. No matter how big of a mess he dug himself into (and this one was getting to be a big one) he chose to handle it on his own. Whatever this between him and Zoe made out as he liked having the company. Greed as selfish as he was, demanded attention in one fashion or another.

Zoe was still a plaything, but she was his. He found himself oddly able to be himself around her, Sin and all. Though he chose not to warp her under his control as he was always curious of her human state and what she would do with just his persistence. He studied her a lot, her reactions, amusing himself and saving in the back of his mind little tricks that humans fell for. Oddly, she could tell when he was playing Sin over the guy she had pulled out of him---a face he'd never even seen before.

Even as they came out of the apartment that afternoon he swiped a item that was thrown in his pocket. His hoard was always growing. He had no idea that they were being followed by Patience and his smelly ass.

His eyes lit up at the sound of fries. As an excess sin he had a bottomless pit of a stomach.


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