[On the 1st of November, Shelly arrives. While he, of course, tries to keep his poker face, the odd folks he sees in passing, with their decidedly non-human looks, ARE ever-so-slightly startling to him.
Still, he wonders if he will be able to study their anatomy in more detail. Such knowledge is never too much.
His entrance is silent, but Oliver, his cat, greets him immediately, running up to him and nuzzling against his legs. Shelly kneels down to pet him.]
[Shelly earns enough looks that he might suspect he's the unusual looking one in this world.
The problem with losing a battle to enemies as flashy and prone to territorial damage such as alchemists and Homunculi is that it leaves your reputation as untouchable and dangerous in need of refurbishing as much as the setting. He's an unfamiliar face wandering onto their territory during a time when it seemed opportune to outsiders to move in.
He may sense some hostility in his direction, contrary to Oliver's affections, but as soon as Greed is notified, he finishes up his phone conversation and gives a huge wave and a loud, boisterous greeting that assures he's familiar and puts everyone at instant ease... or at least back to business and ignoring him.]
J.D.! Yo! What's up?!
[Greed is up, sauntering over, then stops, noticing the cat.] Hnnnnn. So this guy can be affectionate when he wants to be, huh?
[In any case, Shelly was never one to care much for what certain people think. In fact, surrounded by Homunculi or not, he would prefer his face to remain unfamiliar to everyone.]
He is fond of me. [And there's some barely-concealed fondness in his voice, too, as he picks up the cat with care.]
You and only you, eh? Well, that's probably how a good loyal pet oughtta be! [Greed reaches out to try to pet the cat now that it's held in one place by his owner.] Guess I can't fault him for that.
So, any other suitcases or anything we're gonna hafta move in for ya or should we just get to havin' a drink to celebrate.... [He's actually not sure if needing a place to hide is cause for celebration. Greed pauses, considers, then decides he must have done something big and he's still alive, so a job well done deserves a celebration.] ... something! Yeah, let's go with that drink idea! Whatever needs to be moved can be moved later!
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Still, he wonders if he will be able to study their anatomy in more detail. Such knowledge is never too much.
His entrance is silent, but Oliver, his cat, greets him immediately, running up to him and nuzzling against his legs. Shelly kneels down to pet him.]
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The problem with losing a battle to enemies as flashy and prone to territorial damage such as alchemists and Homunculi is that it leaves your reputation as untouchable and dangerous in need of refurbishing as much as the setting. He's an unfamiliar face wandering onto their territory during a time when it seemed opportune to outsiders to move in.
He may sense some hostility in his direction, contrary to Oliver's affections, but as soon as Greed is notified, he finishes up his phone conversation and gives a huge wave and a loud, boisterous greeting that assures he's familiar and puts everyone at instant ease... or at least back to business and ignoring him.]
J.D.! Yo! What's up?!
[Greed is up, sauntering over, then stops, noticing the cat.] Hnnnnn. So this guy can be affectionate when he wants to be, huh?
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He is fond of me. [And there's some barely-concealed fondness in his voice, too, as he picks up the cat with care.]
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So, any other suitcases or anything we're gonna hafta move in for ya or should we just get to havin' a drink to celebrate.... [He's actually not sure if needing a place to hide is cause for celebration. Greed pauses, considers, then decides he must have done something big and he's still alive, so a job well done deserves a celebration.] ... something! Yeah, let's go with that drink idea! Whatever needs to be moved can be moved later!
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