[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.]
Most guys like to seem like they're so into girls and havin' fun that they don't even break a sweat at work, like they're just naturals at what they do for a living, but you're the type whose angle for getting girls is BEING so caught up in that line of work that yer hard to get and kinda admirable... Nnn, that's actually a pretty good angle, too... Girls like a serious kinda guy who's focused and dependable... Suits your image, too, you got all the other parts of that goin' for you... Yeah, if you're gonna be a criminal, that dependable angle's actually a really good attribute, especially since you don't really got the image to make a sale for the usual kinda girl who goes for "bad boys"...
[He sighs, slumps against the bar and takes a heavy swig, finishing the glass on one swallow.] ...Just when I think yer playin' the straightman, you go 'n spoil it like you just got no sense of humor. And, so? [Greed toys with his glass on the edge of the bar.] Got any plans on what to do with yerself while you're here? If you're not plannin' to enjoy the people...
Hnnn... [Greed spends a minute watching him from the corner of his eye, thinking off hand about his unknown predicament with one part of his mind and whether he really felt like another drink or not with the other.] Personal planning's more of a personal venture, I guess... Still. [He stands up and motions for him to follow with one flippant finger twitch, leading out the front door of the bar and slipping on his sunglasses, even if it's only to walk to a door, past a dumpster not even 100 feet from the bar entrance.] If you know where the bar is, you'll be able to find me or find someone who'll be able to find me. If you get into a rut, sometimes the best way to focus is to get distracted, you know?
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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... Mr. Greed. If you continue these foolish ramblings, I may come to regret choosing this place as a temporary residence.
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