Chance Avaritia "Greed" (better_than) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-11-27 17:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, zoe hansen |
WHO: Greed and Zoe
WHEN: [Backdated] November 4th
WHERE: Computers
WHAT: Skyping cuties
WARNING: cuteness
Greed had already spent days abusing his computer, burning up the battery to chat with her. He literally fell over himself when he knew she'd be home from work. Sometimes he even forgot a shirt. The camera was angledso that she got a clear shot of his bed which was always empty (except for him). He did that on purpose, for her benefit.
She wax running a little late today. He was waiting with his hands tapping against the mattress. His mind started to envision a million different reasons she wasn't there yet. None of them put him at ease.
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Zoe was incredibly weirded out by the whole video chat thing at first but she was getting used to it. She was surprised by how much Greed wanted to talk over skype. Today she was running late otherwise normally she'd come home and turn on her laptop and find him already there and waiting. Today was no different because as soon as she logged on, the little bubble popped up with Greed's username, he wanted to connect. She accepted and he'd be able to see she was wearing a dull gold colored blouse that was button up with two frills on the shoulders.
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He'd had a job interview that morning but it hasn't panned out to his liking. Nothing interested him. Maybe he could steal a job like people stole identities? As soon as she signed on he relaxed. "Get mugged on your way home?" He asked with a sense of urgency. Things got lonely when he didn't have her to spend the night. He noticed each times he talked to her how much he really missed the company. Before she could get so much as a hello our he blurted out that he'd had a job interview.
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She just gave him a look when he asked if she got mugged. She didn't know why it was so important to him that she be home on time for skype. It was literally just talking, he couldn't touch her and there was no sex anything involved which he had been obsessed about for awhile. At the mention of his job interview, she was again surprised, "Oh, that's great.. how'd it go?" she hadn't expected him to actually look at the leads and tips she'd printed out for him.
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"Not so good." Greed could pretend to be anyone he wanted, but if the job didn't have his attention he moved on. "Long ass interview though. I thither they were going to ask me if I stand or sit to pee." He made a joke of it but Greed couldn't hide in his face, even on a web camera that he missed going to work. He missed getting up early, donning the fancy suits and ties. Greed lived being around people.
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Zoe tugged at the the sleeve of the mustard colored blouse she wore, maybe a hint of a smile at his joke. "Well they'd be lucky to have you, you're a hard worker." though she frowned a little, "How come you just didn't charm them into giving you the job?" unless he hadn't really wanted it.
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"Wasn't really my thing. But git another one in a few days. BUT!" He bounced up and then back in a flash with his resume. He'd even used his favorite color."I finished this!" He zoomed it into the face of the camera with his baby blues peeping over the top. "Think it's too much to put 'I am a King' in the title?"
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She frowned and tugged on her ear, she was going to say he should do something he wanted to do but remembered in time that what he loved to do was something not available to him anymore. She was surprised and impressed and it showed when he put the resume up to the camera, "Oh Chance.. that looks great!" and it made her smile to notice he'd actually looked at the stuff she'd printed out for him to make his resume better. She jokingly said, "Yeah, it might be a tad much.."
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"Like the yellow?" He'd worked on it for a few days. It was still completely Greed and his customary color. He turned it back to him to look over, "You sure?" He asked. "It works be kinda snazzy." But it looked good as it was now, and she seemed impressed. That meant it would stand out on its own.
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"It's very you. Unique." she doubted anybody else would have a resume like it. "You need to show them you're snazzy in person, not just on a resume." she took her shoes off and then massaged her hand with her other one, "Do you have any more interviews lined up?"
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"Ive got one in a few days. Some big time advertising agency or something." He started looking around the room, "I gotta choose something to wear." He had a lot of choices laid out.
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"Convincing people to buy things... sounds right up your alley." it was nice to see him finally eager to get back in the workforce. She didn't think he'd ever had to work this hard for a job and while he liked to work hard, the job finding process was daunting for anyone, even a Sin. "Oh, you want me to let you go?" she asked when he said he needed to put together an ensemble. "I need to make some food anyway."
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"No!" He hopped up, "I want you to help me pick." He didn't want her to leave him waiting forever just to fix a sandwich. She might not sign back in, and he would treat up his room in clothes just to have her not show up. He wasn't going to risk that.
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She gave him the perfect eye level view as she cradled the laptop into the kitchen. He smiled with a loud snicker. "Nice view," he purred as she sat him down on the counter. "What are we having for dinner?" He hadn't even thought about what he was going to eat. Probably a pizza.
She looked startled, "Okay okay.." she stood up and the screen jiggled as she moved her laptop with her through the apartment to the kitchen. She put the laptop on the kitchen table and patted the top of the screen and then went to the fridge, "You know, anything from your closet would look good for the interview." she was speaking out loud as she moved around, setting up some sandwich stuff on the counter.
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She made a face at the camera when he purred but smiled some, "A sandwich." she opened the bread and then frowned, "Please tell me you have the basics in your fridge." normally they went grocery shopping together and she'd tried to get him used to having some food in the house so he could whip something together if he felt like it. Take out all the time without a job got costly.
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"I need to go shopping again. I think tonight's a pizza night." He rubbed guilds hands together. His mouth was watering just thinking about it. He hadn't eaten since breakfast. So, he watched her compile that sandwich remembering when she used to cook with him. That was when dinner was more fun.
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She paused what she was doing and looked at the screen. At the nutball excited over pizza and it was hard to believe that that was the same guy that was trying to crush her just a few weeks ago. The same guy who had looked at her with so much hate. She looked away from him and went back to making her sandwich. She missed him but this new doubt that had moved into her mind was killing her.
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He flipped his phone around in his hands. "Supreme with pineapple it is." Even as he ordered his pizza he watched her wander around the kitchen. He at least got a good shot of her butt when she turned in certain angles. But then something else foreign entered his view in the shape of some tower with dirty blonde hair. "What is that?" Greed asked as it talked to Zoe with the usual 'hi honey I'm home' pleasantries. It was gross.
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Zoe smiled at Jonah and squeezed his arm when he came into the kitchen. At Greed's annoyed voice, she cocked her head towards the laptop screen and said to Jonah, "Come on... I want you to meet someone." she expected Jonah to follow her to the laptop screen so Greed could get a look at him and vice versa, "This is my roommate... Jonah. Jonah, this is... Chance." she didn't feel comfortable referring to him as her boyfriend or her ex. They were in limbo at the moment.
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Jonah stepped past her to get some bottled water out of the fridge, stopping in front of the camera. At this distance they were safe, Zoe was safe. "Hello," he bent down low enough so Greed could see. Greed did and commented quickly with a quip. "Did you come down a beanstalk?" This guy was a walking sideshow.
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She put her hands on her hips and gave Greed a look and said to Jonah, "He's very taken by the fact you're tall." she crossed in front of the camera back to making her food and looked at him, "Do you want a sandwich?" she used to make them for Gabe all the time, then Greed, she saw no reason not to for Jonah since she was making one for herself.
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"If it's not to much trouble, I'd love one." Jonah smiled over his shoulder at her, while Greed mimed Jonah's words back. Oh God this guy was disgusting. So pleasant, handsome and charming. Gross. Even his smile glittered like a damn diamond. "Is he always like this?" Greed was gagging. He got on this chat for Zoe not her new tower of a roommate.
"What being considerate?" Jonah asked already being helpful by taking out the meat and other supplies from the fridge that she would need.
"Is that what that is? I thought you were showing off..." Greed was already a big eyesore with this guy. He was all wholesome goodness and niceness. After what Greed had done to Zoe this guy seemed so perfect. Too perfect. "No Chance, I'm just trying to help," Jonah threw back with a smile, doing his best to hold back his disgust in Greed right now.
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Zoe sighed and rubbed her forehead, "I am too tired to play referee.." she put out a plate for Jonah and said to him, "Chance is a huge ass, it's his personality." as if that was the only excuse she was making for him. She was visibly irked but there was not much she could do about it. She flexed her hand open and closer before picking up the knife to smear mayo on bread.
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Jonah watched her carefully, so when she flexed her hand he took over in spreading the mayo. "I'll do this," he missed to the meat and cheese. "You hurt your hand at work today? Your hands look a little stiff." Greed's looked unimpressed. "I think I liked Gabe better." He'd named the tree, Jonah was the new it. When Zoe insured Greed was just an ass, he felt his heart fall into his stomach. Was this his new competition? That was confirmed when Jonah insisted Zoe take a seat to eat, that he would finish up. "When you're done I'll massage your hands." At that Greed started an obnoxious cough, sounded like he was dying.
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She was always surprised by Jonah's kindness. Not even Gabe had been as caring as he was. "Oh.. you don't have to--" but he was already shooing her to the table. She sat down and shook out her hand, "No.. it's from when the wrist was broken I think because of the cast. On cold days it still acts up." she smiled at him when he offered the massage, "Thank you.." she heard Greed dying and looked over at him. She wasn't angry, she just looked tired and sad. She sighed, "It really hurts and I can't do it on my own.. he's just being a good friend." it was yet another thing that Greed had told her he'd do and never did, massage her hand. When Poseidon had bruised her the first time, Greed had massaged her and even when he shot her, he bought out the store to bandage her up. Once upon a time he used to take care of her..
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Greed cleared his throat when she threw that at him. A friend was something he wasn't anymore. "Well I've been given a restraining order, so massaging anything on you is kind of impossible." He would now if he wasn't just a computer screen.
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She just said quietly but loud enough for him to hear, "You didn't have a restraining order before and still didn't do it so it doesn't matter." he was trying to blame her again and she wasn't going to let him. Well Zoe I would massage it but you said I can't come over. She was not gonna let him get in her head.
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She threw a noose around that one and pulled tight. "I know," he said dropping his eyes, looking at his phone wondering how it took the pizza man so long to get there. They better have not sent it next door like a few nights before. He'd do anything to reach out and touch her now, seeing her golden face on the other side, he could appreciate all the little things that he missed. "You look pretty today..." he finally said after watching her lashes fall over her eyes as she took little petite bites of her sandwich. It was kind of cute the little twitch her lips would make as she chewed, her freckles would dance against her cheeks. She was so delicate. He'd forgotten that.
His moment was ruined when Jonah came to sit with her at the table. He was like a Ken doll. Couldn't slap that stupid smile off his face unless it was scrubbed off with a brillo pad. Even then it would still be molded into his perfect face.
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She fell silent when he said he knew. She wanted to yell at him if he knew then why did he say it, why did he do any of this so he had to be so far away? So she didn't feel safe and lost her home? But Jonah was right there and lingering so she kept quiet and ate her sandwich. She lifted her eyes to his when he complimented her and her eyes still looked like a baby seal's, just one that'd been harpooned. She plucked at the mustard shirt, "Sort of your color." of course she'd look pretty in it to him. She was surprised when Jonah joined her but didn't complain, he had been so good to her and she had a feeling he was just being protective. And like with her grandfather, Zoe could use some coddling and protection for her broken state.
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Greed hadn't even noticed the mustard colored shirt she wore, his attentions had been on her face and hadn't even budges beyond that. Even when he'd seen her chest view from the walk into the kitchen, it hadn't dawned on him she was wearing yellow. He was just noticing the things he didn't take time to notice anymore. "Is it?" Why was she so goddamned pretty and cute like he could just rub his face against hers for hours. He closed his eyes a moment, remembering that flighty feeling in his stomach when she would delicately touch his face. Over his cheeks and lashes. Those soft kisses that were almost like air kissing his lips. They snapped open when his ringtone went off from the pizza boy downstairs.
"Don't go anywhere!" He held up his finger in warning and then hopped off the bed to run downstairs and back. One minute was one minute too long left with the the Tokyo tower having dinner with her. Jonah used it as an opportunity to take wrist. "Let me see," he gently turned her hand over in his own, rubbing with his thumbs where that break had severed her tiny little wrist. He hadn't even touched his sandwich yet.
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He hadn't noticed she was wearing yellow? Well it was a dark dark yellow, not bright but she'd worn gold before and he considered it yellow. Then he was off like a shot and she jumped a little when she felt Jonah touch her wrist. Her fingers uncurled as he turned her hand over and started to massage her wrist, "Jonah, you haven't even eaten.. it's okay, can do this later." she felt bad that he basically came home and was taking care of her instead of himself.
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"You keep flexing your hand, it's bothering you. I'd rather you eat comfortably." Jonah always did put others ahead of himself. Where Greed's genetic code was to destroy, Jonah's was to make peace. "My sandwich can wait." He applied soft pressure to the middle of her wrist, radiating it out to her palm, and the top of her hand where his long fingers cradled her hand. "I have some herbal rub in my room I can put on it later, it penetrates into the muscles and focuses on the area of pain. It claims it uses medicines used in biblical times, and it works." Jonah had a lot of herbal remedies for even a common razor cut. It was part of what he'd picked up over various places all over the world. He had all sorts of little medicines that he used over modern technology.
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She watched him massage her wrist and it was soothing but a little uncomfortable since Greed would be back at any second. Though Greed did stick his tongue down another woman's throat in front of her... so he could deal with some guy touching her hand. She gave a half smile, "Biblical times, huh? I normally just use tiger balm. Chance hates it because it stinks.." her voice trailed off because Greed wasn't there so what difference did it make.
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Greed practically flew back into his apartment, flagging down the pizza boy from knocking on the neighbors door. He used that to get a free pizza because it was cold by the time he'd gotten it a few nights ago. Even more cold was seeing Tokyo Tower fondling his girlfriend's hand like it was some new discovery.
"Don't let me interrupt," Greed said putting a hand up as he sat Indian style on his bed with the pizza in his mouth. Jonah paused letting her hand go gently. "I'll put some rub on it later." He let his fingers drag down her palm. All Greed could think was this guy was molesting her hand. He'd tell Zoe later that he totally wanted her. Probably in in all kinds of nasty ways.
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Zoe looked at the screen and gave a dry smile, "We won't." but Jonah then let her hand go, Zoe didn't notice the drag down her palm because she was looking at her screen, "You have the option to not watch, you know." her fingers closed around the tips of Jonah's before he removed his hand completely, "Do you mind just giving me the balm? I think I might just lie down with some advil, this is bothering me." and Greed was bothering her too but she didn't want to hang up.
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"Sure," Jonah spoke as he stood, only having taken one bite out of his sandwich. He returned after a few minutes with the packet of balm. "Now it doesn't smell and toy won't feel anything butt the pain will disappear." He also had brought the Advil so she could rest up. Boeing our of the video he waved at Greed, taking his plate and going into his room, "Nice to meet you Chance."
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"Thank you so much." She stood up and put her good hand on Jonah's shoulder to pull him down gently so she could place a sweet kiss on his cheek. She gave him a soft smile for being so kind and understanding. After he left, she sat back down again and opened the advil and fiddled with the packet of balm, not saying anything to Greed, taking care of herself first.
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Greed thinned his lips ready to smear a slice of pizza right over his screen. He waited until Jonah was gone before he said a word. "He so has the hots for you." That was easy to see as an outside party. He shoved a piece of pizza in his mouth, it kept his mouth busy and from saying anything else she could whip back on him.
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Zoe let out a frustrated breath, "No, he doesn't. He's just being a nice guy." she looked at the screen after she swallowed the advil, she looked like she wanted to say something scathing but was holding it back.
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"No Zoe that Tokyo Tower likes you. He may have never had sex ever in his life but he likes you." And Greed wasn't saying that to be nasty, he was anything it as an observation. He wondered if she would go for a Ken doll like that. It's that was what she secretly was wanting now that a Sin had harpooned her repeatedly.
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She finished her sandwich while he kept going on and then snatched up the balm and picked up the laptop to go back to her room all the while talking to him, "I'm sure Jonah has plenty of sex and he likes me as a good roommate and a good friend." her voice probably drifted towards Jonah's room before she disappeared into hers and set the laptop down on the table.
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"You kissed him. I'm sure it means something to him. And I'll give you one point, but I'd he's had sex it's not often." Finally she went into her room so he could not have someone interrupt. "I'm telling you in observation that guy wants you."
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"I kissed his cheek. And I'm sure it meant that I was grateful to him." she rolled her eyes and went to her closet to get out her jammies, she turned the laptop so he could see her bed but she was off camera changing as she still talked, "You think if a guy sneezed in my direction he'd want me. Not everything has to be about sex with people."
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"I didn't say he wanted you for sex. I said he wanted you. He's smooth. He's like a fucking android. Perfect..." He tried to spy her butt no matter how hard he drained his neck he couldn't see her. "Maybe that's what tout really want too," he tried his best to mask the hurt in saying that, or pretend he had seemed a slice of pizza down the wrong windpipe. He cleared his throat again somebody not hungry anymore. His appetite was still in it's transition phase of to eat or not to eat since he was still dragging his feet through this depression. He put his pizza box down on the floor, curling up by the laptop. "I still need an opinion for my interview outfit." He wanted her involved.
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She put on her button up flannel shirt that hung a little so showed a bit of her naked shoulder and her comfy jammies. She paused when he said maybe that's what she wanted too and she came back in front of the camera and sat down, "No, what I really want is you. When you still loved me. And didn't care about what hole was open to shove your tongue into." she opened the balm and gently rubbed it on her wrist. "You'll look good in anything and you know it." she said quietly, he didn't need her.
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"Yeah but you do that snazzy tie thing." He was getting sleepy watching her get comfortable and snuggling into his bed. "Which tie? I was thinking a black suit, gold and black shoes." Whether she thought she was needed or not he wanted her to help him through this interview.
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"Yeah but you do that snazzy tie thing." He was getting sleepy watching her get comfortable and snuggling into his bed. "Which tie? I was thinking a black suit, gold and black shoes." Whether she tougher she was needed our not he wanted her to help him through this interview. He was exhausting himself more these days because he was so focused on her, the resume had been some distraction, but with so much time on his hands Greed was running in a lower battery than usual. "I still love you," he said resting his head on his hands and heavy lids. "For the record," his voice was just as sleepy, "She tasted like cigarettes." He didn't smoke, it was an unattractive flavor. Unless it was smoking a joint.
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Zoe tapped the screen after she finished massaging the wrist and pointed at the tie he should pick, "That one." she moved the laptop to her bed putting it on the side Greed normally slept on when he spent the night. "Whatever, stick a mento in her mouth beforehand next time." she was irritated just thinking about it and grabbed her pillow, hugging it under her head. She fell silent and then furrowed a brow, "Did you just say you loved me without barfing...." she asked in a small voice like she might have misheard.
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"Which one? Describe it.." He had the outfits lined up behind him, draped over the headboard. He was still in his shoes, something she would have remedied by now had she been over. He fussed with them, trying to use the bed as a hand to get them off. He got one with a loud thump to the flour as he worked the second one. The Sin gasped inside. She wasn't supposed to hear that. "I might have."
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"The one with the diamond pattern." she was pretty sure he'd worn it when they'd gone out before. She hugged the pillow tight as he wouldn't confirm or deny what he said, "Is that a good thing or a bad thing...?" did it mean he was lying if he didn't barf? Did it mean he didn't mean it? Did it mean he really did love her?
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"Mmmmm that's a good one." His eyes were completely closed now as he talked. He could concentrate on her voice that way. It was soft, somewhat insecure at times, but he enjoyed hearing it more and more. "It means I wasn't supposed to say that out loud. I did and I'm too exhausted to puke my guts up."
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She stuck her tongue out at him when he said he was too tired to puke and wasn't supposed to admit he loved her, "Hate you..." she said half heartedly and just watched him as he got sleepier. She always found him adorable when he was sleepy. He never had any defenses up, he was about as ferocious as a kitten. But it was also like a truth serum because he didn't think before he replied and words just tumbled out. So she took advantage, "Are you angry with me even a little still?" since his hatred and wanting to hurt her stemmed from his anger.
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His long lashes hit his cheeks like feathers. He grunted a little before speaking this time, those sleepy time noises, but he was determined even in his sleep. "Not really...I miss you." He didn't miss sex, YET, he missed her. He was excited when he'd get to instantly talk to her when she got home, and at times like this while he couldn't snuggle his computer, he didn't feel so alone at night when she was there to talk him to sleep. "This way I'm not sleeping alone."
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She frowned, "You miss me because you don't want to sleep alone? You know, there are tons of girls that would be happy to lay with you.." she snuggled into her pillow and just watched him, wishing she could touch him and since his eyes were closed, she reached out and traced the curve of his arm with her finger hovering over the screen.
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"Nooo" was his silly whine. "I miss you because I miss you. Talking to you means I don't have to be alone." He mumbled. "A million other girls aren't you."
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She lowered her gaze and shook her head, "Then why do you hate me so much sometimes? And don't say you don't, I can see it... I can feel it. Is it just because of the sex thing? Because we can't be physical?" she wondered if part of him abused her so badly because he was trying to push her away.
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"Sometimes. I wanna feel what he gets to feel..." One day the Sin would find a way. He want giving up, even if it meant improvising. He'd have to if he was going to keep her, and keep around for as long as he was able. He curled his knees up to his chest so his feet weren't dangling off the bed. "Sometimes it takes me a while to understand." It was the Sin that was talking to her, the Sin that was learning how to love.
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She disliked it when he broke himself in two because she just saw one but she played it his way for now, "He feels it because he lets himself feel it. You can't beat me up for not feeling it because I love you, both of you, all of you. It's there. Just waiting for you." she meant her love. She knew the Sin's problem was he kinda didn't know how to feel it and his natural reaction to things were to have a temper tantrum. She looked stubborn but still like a kicked puppy, "You ever intentionally hurt me again, I swear I'll kick you out of my life so fast my bootprint will be on your butt." she meant it, Sin or boy or both, she was not going to become a domestic abuse victim.
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Greed heard every word she said, but by end time he could voice a reply all his energy had seeped out, so he just nodded curling up tighter, hugging his own pillow. There was still a chance, that was enough to put a grin on his face. He'd go to sleep with her in his dreams and wake up with her still still there.