RP Log
It's us again! Be afraid.
Backdated, esplains some stuff from the Roy/Archer log. I'm going to call it the Roy/Frank log. So, yes. This is prior to that. And it immediately follows our last log which can be found here.
Characters: Greed and Kimberly, of course. Archer has a cameo, sortof ¬¬
Setup: Continuation of this log here. We have not yet begun to prank!
Warnings: Intro to mansex, but we're mean so you don't get to see any of the good stuff. >D But beware the kitten.
Kimberly thought for a moment, then stuffed his hands in his pockets and pouted. "I want to blow something up."
Greed looked around the apartment. "Well... unless you want it to be your apartment, I'm thinking no." He swung his legs idly, then caught sight of the open book on the counter. "What's this?" he scooped it up, randomly flipping pages.
Kimberly glanced over to see what Greed found so interesting. "What does it look like?"
Ignoring the question, Greed kept flipping pages "What was your CO's name, again?"
"Archer, why?" Kimberly said, raising an eyebrow. "You already sent the party to Mustang's."
"Archer...Archer" Greed flipped back a few pages. "Ara, here." Nodding to himself and otherwise completely ignoring the alchemist, Greed trotted into the other room, digging the phone out from beneath the wet bar. He slowly walked back into the kitchen, dialing the number as he read it off the page.
"What the... you're not... it's after midnight!" Kimberly yelled, lunging for the phone.
Still mostly ignoring Kimberly, Greed dodged out of the way, holding up a finger to indicate silence. He listened calmly to the tinny ringing for a few more seconds, then grinned madly at the click that indicated at pick-up.
This had damn well better be important. Picking up the reciever, and almost dropping it at the same time, Archer barked into the phone, "WHO is calling me at this time of the evening?!" He glanced over at his bedside clock with blood-shot eyes.
Becoming very serious at the angry response, Greed pitched his voice. "Ah, Archer-senpai? This is Mustang..." he waited a moment "I'm having something of a party this evening and would be... honored... if you would come."
Growling at the incoming voice, he clicked on his nighttable lamp. Why in the hell is Mustang calling him to invite him to a party this late at night? "Mustang, can't you ask me this at a normal time of day?!?" His level of irritation was beginning to rise fairly quickly as he began to come to his senses. None of this made sense, but being referred to with respect made him continue to listen.
"Ah...gomen" Greed said, still using his best Mustang-impression. "It's just that the party has kind of started, and then I realized that it could be so much better if you were here, Senpai. It'd mean the world to me, really."
Something just didn't seem right about all of this. Archer eased himself up against the backboard of his head as he listened to the voice on the other end. Mustang wouldn't apologize so easily to him. "Who is this? I'm having trouble believing you really are who you claim to be." He began twirling the phone cord around his finger. He had to quickly unwind it, however, as it began to cut off the circulation in his finger.
Greed smiled, unperturbed. "And why is that?" he drawled.
"I don't believe that Roy Mustang would be calling my residence, at this time of the evening to invite me to one of his parties. I've never been invited before, why would this happen now?" Was his snide reply back into the phone. He was within moments of hanging up the reciever and going back to sleep, but what if it were all true? Nothing would be more grand to viciously turn down a polite offer from that ghastly man.
"Mou, you're mean, Archer-senpai." Greed/Mustang pouted. "Can't a person have a change of heart?" he sighed dramatically. "But I guess that's what I get for trying. ...Are you sure you won't come?"
What the hell was going on here? This couldn't possibly be Mustang. Was it one of his lackey's trying to have a good time after a night at the pub? "If you don't tell me who you are right at this moment, so help me God I will not stop until I find you, and string you from your feet." His teeth were grinding at every other word as he felt blood rushing to his head. "If you're one of that man's men, I will find out who you are."
Greed put his hand halfway over the receiver, but made sure his voice was still audible. He pitched his voice higher "No good Mustang-taisa" he told Kimberly. "He's not falling for it."
"Havok-shoui, that had better not be you or you will be severely reprimanded in the morning." He was moments away from getting dressed and tracking down whoever this fool was.
Hand still over the receiver, Greed made a frightened noise "Eehh...Mustang-taisa, he's scary! Here here, you take it, Taisa!" he whined, voice still pitched ridiculously high.
Rolling his feet off the side of the bed, Archer sat upright and glanced once more at the clock. "Havok, I know it is you, and the next time I see you...there will be hell to pay. And believe me, Mustang will be hearing it from me in the morning." He slammed reciever down with an echoing clang. He picked it up once more and laid it down on the night stand so as not to be disturbed again. Laying himself down and trying to relax once more he shut the light off and closed his eyes.
Greed set the receiver down demurely, looked at Kimberly, then broke out into a fit of giggles.
Kimberly had taken refuge from the horror by planting himself on the floor by the liquor cabinet again. It was a good place to be if one wanted to stay full of liquor, and if there had ever been a time that complete intoxication was justified, this was it. He tried to scowl at Greed, but the situation was hilarious, and that giggling was contagious, and he really had no choice but to laugh along with the homunculus.
Still chuckling to himself, Greed plopped down next to the alchemist on the floor. “So that was fun. And I’ll bet I livened up his evening. Now what do you want to do?”
Kimberly grinned and leaned his head back on the wall behind him. "What I want to do is get one of those little red stones I had during the war, and watch entire cities go BOOM," he replied nostalgically. "Ever see a city go BOOM? There's nothing like it."
Greed smiled, humoring his drunken companion. “Can’t say I have, actually.” Still half-chuckling, he nearly choked as he realized just what the other had said. “Little red stones?” he asked.
"It's not what you think," Kimberly snickered slightly, "They're not valuable. You can't even use it. Only alchemists can use it. And then things go BOOM! Really big things. Shiny things. Matte things. Everything. Why am I covered in cat hair?"
Greed looked unsure. It certainly sounded like incomplete philosopher’s stones, but who knew. He shrugged, leaning back on his hands. “I would guess it’s because you’ve been sitting on the floor, there are cat hairs there.” turning his head he grinned at the alchemist. “You’re pretty focused on the sploding tonight.” He observed.
"That doesn't make any sense," Kimberly shook his head thougtfully. "Nothing esploded."
Greed raised an eyebrow at the man next to him, then reached over and picked up one of the alchemist’s hands. Placing the hand just below his sternum, Greed smirked; an offering.
Never one to turn down a gimme, Kimberly placed his other hand next to the first and Greed went BOOM, singeing the carpet and a bit of the wall.
Greed reached for one of the bottles sitting on the bar with his left hand as the lower half of his body finished reconstructing itself. Stretching the new limbs out, he turned to Kimberly again. “Feel better?” he asked, eyebrow raised, as he brought the bottle to his lips. Now he had to start all over again. Not that he minded.
Kimberly smiled the genuine, honest smile of intoxication and detonation. "Well, dammit," he grinned, "You are no longer drunk, and probably possess 100% of your faculties."
Greed blinked. “Well, yes.” He tipped the bottle back up to his mouth “But I’m working on it”.
"You'll never catch up now," Kimberly smirked, surreptitiously placing his hands together.
Before Greed had a chance to either notice or respond, Kimberly slapped both palms onto Greed's shoulder and made the homunculus go BOOM again.
He shifted to a more upright position as he watched the bits and pieces pull themselves back together. When it was almost finished, he moved in closer, placing one hand on either side of what had become Greed's head and his face a fraction of an inch away from eyes that would soon be focussed.
"Hi there," Kimberly grinned as Greed blinked into consciousness. Not waiting for a response, he pressed his lips tightly against the other's.
Greed blinked rapidly, making a tiny noise of surprise as the alchemist kissed him. He hadn’t expected the second explosion and he most certainly had not expected this. His new limbs were still tingly, the regeneration only just finished, and it took him a moment to realize he should probably respond.
Kimberly continued to lean in, pushing Greed back while reaching down to see exactly how recovered the other man was.
Greed broke away from the kiss to blink at Kimberly, very surprised. “You’re completely plastered, aren’t you?” he asked, amused. He normally had to push a little bit harder to get attentions from the alchemist.
"You're completely naked, aren't you," Kimberly responded mischievously, then continued what he was doing.
Greed blinked again, opening his mouth to reply. He forgot whatever words it was he had to say however at Kimberly’s continued actions, distractedly bringing an arm up to wrap around the other’s shoulders.
Light fingertips teasingly brushed the inside of Greed's thigh while lips and tongue escaped the kiss to run playfully along his neck and collarbone. Continuing the traverse across the chest, and paying special attention to areas of increased sensitivity, Kimberly made his way down the other's body.
Greed hummed and stretched beneath the alchemist, shifting slightly as the other man’s mouth traced down his torso. He watched beneath partly-closed eyes, breathing heavily through his nose. He raised a hand to brush against Kimberly’s shoulder, fingers skirting along the flesh gently, sliding down the length of his arm then back up in a distracted caress.
* * *
The kitten eyed the food-guy and the fur-guy suspiciously. He had been guarding this room all evening, and had killed several things that needed killing, and all was well. But now that guard duty was over, the ferocious lion had the distinct suspicion he had been excluded from something. And where was fur-guy's fur? Missing the fur and then going to sleep as if nothing had happened? Unfathomable. "Are you asleep?" he asked with a small "Mew?"
Kimberly sat up and regarded the small fluffy kitten sitting in the middle of the floor curiously. "What?" he asked it.
Greed looked at Hanabi from the corner of his eye, head pillowed on one arm, the fingers of the other drawing light patterns across Kimberly’s stomach. “I think he’s mad ‘cause we’re in his spot,” he smirked.
The kitten yawned lazily, indicating that the discussion occurring between food-guy and fur-guy would not make up for leaving him out of household occurrances. "Unacceptable," he mewed, and glared regally at the lower life forms for a moment before approaching them for tribute.
Alighting on the foot of the bed as refined as a feline of his status should, he negotiated a path between the unworthy and when he was in the proper spot from which to receive tribute, he curled into a ball of kitten and requested, "Pay homage to me, or feel my wrath."
Greed looked at the tiny ball of fluff that had wedged itself between himself and Kimberly. “Okay okay, we can take a hint” he scratched at the kitten’s head, around its ears and under its chin, chuckling quietly. He cast his eyes up at Kimberly, briefly, then back down at the cat. “Thanks, again, for letting me stay here with you.” He said softly, smiling.
It was unclear if the comment were directed at the alchemist or the kitten.
Kimberly blushed slightly and focussed his attention on the kitten, scritching the ruff of its neck. Hanabi looked up at him and said "Mew!" which other cats would have understood as "Should tomorrow be filled with tuna, today's banana will have been forgotten." It was a cat proverb, and Hanabi the just and powerful ruler of this domain felt it was appropriate to reward those who respected him with the wisdom of his elders.
"Yeah," Kimberly replied to the kitten, smiling.
Greed nodded at the kitten. “I’m sure it was a tough to adjust to, ne bit?” he stroked the kitten, gently as he spoke. “I’m a big guy, kinda loud. Take up a lot of space. Always in your spot.” He chuckled, hand stilling a moment. “But I think we have fun.”
Hanabi listened intently as the fur-guy recounted the adventures he'd missed while on guard duty. When the talking stopped, he requested more of the story with the familiar "Mew?"
Kimberly blushed again. He couldn't decide whether to be irritated or embarrassed by what he was hearing. Keeping his eyes on the kitten, he made a conscious effort to stop listening to words.
“At least...” Greed gently picked Hanabi up, rolling onto his back to hold the kitten above himself. “I like it.” He said, grinning up at the cat. “I hope you don’t mind it too terribly much.” He set the fluffball down on his chest, still grinning at it. “You’re really something, you know?”
Kimberly's conscious effort did not keep him from hearing words, however intently he tried not to listen. And now, Greed had his cat. Frowning, he reached over and took the kitten, holding it in front of his face and spoke to it, "He's terribly obnoxious, isn't he."
Hanabi purred to assure food-guy that he was listening to both stories. He liked food-guy's face, his eyes were shiny and cats like shiny things. He reached out a paw to touch the shiny, but food-guy was too quick for him.
"Please don't paw my eye," Kimberly requested, although he couldn't help but smile at the fluffy little paw on his face.
Greed laughed as Hanabi reached out to bat at Kimberly’s face, then reached forward to touch a finger to Kimberly’s other cheek. He slid the digit down to rest on the alchemist’s lips, then grinned. “Yes,” he replied to the question-not-directed-at-himself “he is terribly obnoxious.”
Greed gently picked Hanabi from Kimberly’s grasp with one hand, leaning in to kiss the alchemist as he did so, lips brushing lightly against the other’s, then pulled away. “But we like him, don’t we” he asked the kitten, cuddling it back against his chest.
Hanabi listened intently, purring at the sound of the voices and the constant attention. This story was getting interesting, especially the part about the giant shiny dead thing and the multicolored fish pancakes. It was such a lovely tale that he closed his eyes and began to picture these things in his fuzzy little kitten imagination.
Kimberly blushed in response to the affections, and then pouted at being robbed of his kitten again. He stared at the furry little traitor, thought about trying to retrieve it again, realized it would do no good, and sighed.
Reclining and resigning himself to sleep with no kitten, he draped one arm over his eyes and absent-mindedly muttered "Mine."
Greed frowned slightly as Kimberly pulled away and quite obviously began to pout. He smiled softly, shoulders dropping in a slight sigh, and reached over to place Hanabi on Kimberly’s chest. The kitten blinked, and then curled up again in its new spot, as if it had never been moved at all.
Settling back down into the blankets, Greed pressed himself against the alchemist’s side --fully expecting to go unacknowledged-- and smiled again, closing his eyes. “Right. Yours.” He agreed, scratching Hanabi behind the ears, then sliding that arm down to drape across Kimberly’s middle.
Smiling in spite of himself, Kimberly scritched Hanabi with both hands before resting one on the kittens back and wrapping his arm around the one encircling his waist. He closed his eyes, still smiling.
"Thanks," he whispered.
Greed shifted his hand, twining his fingers into to Kimberly’s in response.
Backdated, esplains some stuff from the Roy/Archer log. I'm going to call it the Roy/Frank log. So, yes. This is prior to that. And it immediately follows our last log which can be found here.
Characters: Greed and Kimberly, of course. Archer has a cameo, sortof ¬¬
Setup: Continuation of this log here. We have not yet begun to prank!
Warnings: Intro to mansex, but we're mean so you don't get to see any of the good stuff. >D But beware the kitten.
Kimberly thought for a moment, then stuffed his hands in his pockets and pouted. "I want to blow something up."
Greed looked around the apartment. "Well... unless you want it to be your apartment, I'm thinking no." He swung his legs idly, then caught sight of the open book on the counter. "What's this?" he scooped it up, randomly flipping pages.
Kimberly glanced over to see what Greed found so interesting. "What does it look like?"
Ignoring the question, Greed kept flipping pages "What was your CO's name, again?"
"Archer, why?" Kimberly said, raising an eyebrow. "You already sent the party to Mustang's."
"Archer...Archer" Greed flipped back a few pages. "Ara, here." Nodding to himself and otherwise completely ignoring the alchemist, Greed trotted into the other room, digging the phone out from beneath the wet bar. He slowly walked back into the kitchen, dialing the number as he read it off the page.
"What the... you're not... it's after midnight!" Kimberly yelled, lunging for the phone.
Still mostly ignoring Kimberly, Greed dodged out of the way, holding up a finger to indicate silence. He listened calmly to the tinny ringing for a few more seconds, then grinned madly at the click that indicated at pick-up.
This had damn well better be important. Picking up the reciever, and almost dropping it at the same time, Archer barked into the phone, "WHO is calling me at this time of the evening?!" He glanced over at his bedside clock with blood-shot eyes.
Becoming very serious at the angry response, Greed pitched his voice. "Ah, Archer-senpai? This is Mustang..." he waited a moment "I'm having something of a party this evening and would be... honored... if you would come."
Growling at the incoming voice, he clicked on his nighttable lamp. Why in the hell is Mustang calling him to invite him to a party this late at night? "Mustang, can't you ask me this at a normal time of day?!?" His level of irritation was beginning to rise fairly quickly as he began to come to his senses. None of this made sense, but being referred to with respect made him continue to listen.
"Ah...gomen" Greed said, still using his best Mustang-impression. "It's just that the party has kind of started, and then I realized that it could be so much better if you were here, Senpai. It'd mean the world to me, really."
Something just didn't seem right about all of this. Archer eased himself up against the backboard of his head as he listened to the voice on the other end. Mustang wouldn't apologize so easily to him. "Who is this? I'm having trouble believing you really are who you claim to be." He began twirling the phone cord around his finger. He had to quickly unwind it, however, as it began to cut off the circulation in his finger.
Greed smiled, unperturbed. "And why is that?" he drawled.
"I don't believe that Roy Mustang would be calling my residence, at this time of the evening to invite me to one of his parties. I've never been invited before, why would this happen now?" Was his snide reply back into the phone. He was within moments of hanging up the reciever and going back to sleep, but what if it were all true? Nothing would be more grand to viciously turn down a polite offer from that ghastly man.
"Mou, you're mean, Archer-senpai." Greed/Mustang pouted. "Can't a person have a change of heart?" he sighed dramatically. "But I guess that's what I get for trying. ...Are you sure you won't come?"
What the hell was going on here? This couldn't possibly be Mustang. Was it one of his lackey's trying to have a good time after a night at the pub? "If you don't tell me who you are right at this moment, so help me God I will not stop until I find you, and string you from your feet." His teeth were grinding at every other word as he felt blood rushing to his head. "If you're one of that man's men, I will find out who you are."
Greed put his hand halfway over the receiver, but made sure his voice was still audible. He pitched his voice higher "No good Mustang-taisa" he told Kimberly. "He's not falling for it."
"Havok-shoui, that had better not be you or you will be severely reprimanded in the morning." He was moments away from getting dressed and tracking down whoever this fool was.
Hand still over the receiver, Greed made a frightened noise "Eehh...Mustang-taisa, he's scary! Here here, you take it, Taisa!" he whined, voice still pitched ridiculously high.
Rolling his feet off the side of the bed, Archer sat upright and glanced once more at the clock. "Havok, I know it is you, and the next time I see you...there will be hell to pay. And believe me, Mustang will be hearing it from me in the morning." He slammed reciever down with an echoing clang. He picked it up once more and laid it down on the night stand so as not to be disturbed again. Laying himself down and trying to relax once more he shut the light off and closed his eyes.
Greed set the receiver down demurely, looked at Kimberly, then broke out into a fit of giggles.
Kimberly had taken refuge from the horror by planting himself on the floor by the liquor cabinet again. It was a good place to be if one wanted to stay full of liquor, and if there had ever been a time that complete intoxication was justified, this was it. He tried to scowl at Greed, but the situation was hilarious, and that giggling was contagious, and he really had no choice but to laugh along with the homunculus.
Still chuckling to himself, Greed plopped down next to the alchemist on the floor. “So that was fun. And I’ll bet I livened up his evening. Now what do you want to do?”
Kimberly grinned and leaned his head back on the wall behind him. "What I want to do is get one of those little red stones I had during the war, and watch entire cities go BOOM," he replied nostalgically. "Ever see a city go BOOM? There's nothing like it."
Greed smiled, humoring his drunken companion. “Can’t say I have, actually.” Still half-chuckling, he nearly choked as he realized just what the other had said. “Little red stones?” he asked.
"It's not what you think," Kimberly snickered slightly, "They're not valuable. You can't even use it. Only alchemists can use it. And then things go BOOM! Really big things. Shiny things. Matte things. Everything. Why am I covered in cat hair?"
Greed looked unsure. It certainly sounded like incomplete philosopher’s stones, but who knew. He shrugged, leaning back on his hands. “I would guess it’s because you’ve been sitting on the floor, there are cat hairs there.” turning his head he grinned at the alchemist. “You’re pretty focused on the sploding tonight.” He observed.
"That doesn't make any sense," Kimberly shook his head thougtfully. "Nothing esploded."
Greed raised an eyebrow at the man next to him, then reached over and picked up one of the alchemist’s hands. Placing the hand just below his sternum, Greed smirked; an offering.
Never one to turn down a gimme, Kimberly placed his other hand next to the first and Greed went BOOM, singeing the carpet and a bit of the wall.
Greed reached for one of the bottles sitting on the bar with his left hand as the lower half of his body finished reconstructing itself. Stretching the new limbs out, he turned to Kimberly again. “Feel better?” he asked, eyebrow raised, as he brought the bottle to his lips. Now he had to start all over again. Not that he minded.
Kimberly smiled the genuine, honest smile of intoxication and detonation. "Well, dammit," he grinned, "You are no longer drunk, and probably possess 100% of your faculties."
Greed blinked. “Well, yes.” He tipped the bottle back up to his mouth “But I’m working on it”.
"You'll never catch up now," Kimberly smirked, surreptitiously placing his hands together.
Before Greed had a chance to either notice or respond, Kimberly slapped both palms onto Greed's shoulder and made the homunculus go BOOM again.
He shifted to a more upright position as he watched the bits and pieces pull themselves back together. When it was almost finished, he moved in closer, placing one hand on either side of what had become Greed's head and his face a fraction of an inch away from eyes that would soon be focussed.
"Hi there," Kimberly grinned as Greed blinked into consciousness. Not waiting for a response, he pressed his lips tightly against the other's.
Greed blinked rapidly, making a tiny noise of surprise as the alchemist kissed him. He hadn’t expected the second explosion and he most certainly had not expected this. His new limbs were still tingly, the regeneration only just finished, and it took him a moment to realize he should probably respond.
Kimberly continued to lean in, pushing Greed back while reaching down to see exactly how recovered the other man was.
Greed broke away from the kiss to blink at Kimberly, very surprised. “You’re completely plastered, aren’t you?” he asked, amused. He normally had to push a little bit harder to get attentions from the alchemist.
"You're completely naked, aren't you," Kimberly responded mischievously, then continued what he was doing.
Greed blinked again, opening his mouth to reply. He forgot whatever words it was he had to say however at Kimberly’s continued actions, distractedly bringing an arm up to wrap around the other’s shoulders.
Light fingertips teasingly brushed the inside of Greed's thigh while lips and tongue escaped the kiss to run playfully along his neck and collarbone. Continuing the traverse across the chest, and paying special attention to areas of increased sensitivity, Kimberly made his way down the other's body.
Greed hummed and stretched beneath the alchemist, shifting slightly as the other man’s mouth traced down his torso. He watched beneath partly-closed eyes, breathing heavily through his nose. He raised a hand to brush against Kimberly’s shoulder, fingers skirting along the flesh gently, sliding down the length of his arm then back up in a distracted caress.
* * *
The kitten eyed the food-guy and the fur-guy suspiciously. He had been guarding this room all evening, and had killed several things that needed killing, and all was well. But now that guard duty was over, the ferocious lion had the distinct suspicion he had been excluded from something. And where was fur-guy's fur? Missing the fur and then going to sleep as if nothing had happened? Unfathomable. "Are you asleep?" he asked with a small "Mew?"
Kimberly sat up and regarded the small fluffy kitten sitting in the middle of the floor curiously. "What?" he asked it.
Greed looked at Hanabi from the corner of his eye, head pillowed on one arm, the fingers of the other drawing light patterns across Kimberly’s stomach. “I think he’s mad ‘cause we’re in his spot,” he smirked.
The kitten yawned lazily, indicating that the discussion occurring between food-guy and fur-guy would not make up for leaving him out of household occurrances. "Unacceptable," he mewed, and glared regally at the lower life forms for a moment before approaching them for tribute.
Alighting on the foot of the bed as refined as a feline of his status should, he negotiated a path between the unworthy and when he was in the proper spot from which to receive tribute, he curled into a ball of kitten and requested, "Pay homage to me, or feel my wrath."
Greed looked at the tiny ball of fluff that had wedged itself between himself and Kimberly. “Okay okay, we can take a hint” he scratched at the kitten’s head, around its ears and under its chin, chuckling quietly. He cast his eyes up at Kimberly, briefly, then back down at the cat. “Thanks, again, for letting me stay here with you.” He said softly, smiling.
It was unclear if the comment were directed at the alchemist or the kitten.
Kimberly blushed slightly and focussed his attention on the kitten, scritching the ruff of its neck. Hanabi looked up at him and said "Mew!" which other cats would have understood as "Should tomorrow be filled with tuna, today's banana will have been forgotten." It was a cat proverb, and Hanabi the just and powerful ruler of this domain felt it was appropriate to reward those who respected him with the wisdom of his elders.
"Yeah," Kimberly replied to the kitten, smiling.
Greed nodded at the kitten. “I’m sure it was a tough to adjust to, ne bit?” he stroked the kitten, gently as he spoke. “I’m a big guy, kinda loud. Take up a lot of space. Always in your spot.” He chuckled, hand stilling a moment. “But I think we have fun.”
Hanabi listened intently as the fur-guy recounted the adventures he'd missed while on guard duty. When the talking stopped, he requested more of the story with the familiar "Mew?"
Kimberly blushed again. He couldn't decide whether to be irritated or embarrassed by what he was hearing. Keeping his eyes on the kitten, he made a conscious effort to stop listening to words.
“At least...” Greed gently picked Hanabi up, rolling onto his back to hold the kitten above himself. “I like it.” He said, grinning up at the cat. “I hope you don’t mind it too terribly much.” He set the fluffball down on his chest, still grinning at it. “You’re really something, you know?”
Kimberly's conscious effort did not keep him from hearing words, however intently he tried not to listen. And now, Greed had his cat. Frowning, he reached over and took the kitten, holding it in front of his face and spoke to it, "He's terribly obnoxious, isn't he."
Hanabi purred to assure food-guy that he was listening to both stories. He liked food-guy's face, his eyes were shiny and cats like shiny things. He reached out a paw to touch the shiny, but food-guy was too quick for him.
"Please don't paw my eye," Kimberly requested, although he couldn't help but smile at the fluffy little paw on his face.
Greed laughed as Hanabi reached out to bat at Kimberly’s face, then reached forward to touch a finger to Kimberly’s other cheek. He slid the digit down to rest on the alchemist’s lips, then grinned. “Yes,” he replied to the question-not-directed-at-himself “he is terribly obnoxious.”
Greed gently picked Hanabi from Kimberly’s grasp with one hand, leaning in to kiss the alchemist as he did so, lips brushing lightly against the other’s, then pulled away. “But we like him, don’t we” he asked the kitten, cuddling it back against his chest.
Hanabi listened intently, purring at the sound of the voices and the constant attention. This story was getting interesting, especially the part about the giant shiny dead thing and the multicolored fish pancakes. It was such a lovely tale that he closed his eyes and began to picture these things in his fuzzy little kitten imagination.
Kimberly blushed in response to the affections, and then pouted at being robbed of his kitten again. He stared at the furry little traitor, thought about trying to retrieve it again, realized it would do no good, and sighed.
Reclining and resigning himself to sleep with no kitten, he draped one arm over his eyes and absent-mindedly muttered "Mine."
Greed frowned slightly as Kimberly pulled away and quite obviously began to pout. He smiled softly, shoulders dropping in a slight sigh, and reached over to place Hanabi on Kimberly’s chest. The kitten blinked, and then curled up again in its new spot, as if it had never been moved at all.
Settling back down into the blankets, Greed pressed himself against the alchemist’s side --fully expecting to go unacknowledged-- and smiled again, closing his eyes. “Right. Yours.” He agreed, scratching Hanabi behind the ears, then sliding that arm down to drape across Kimberly’s middle.
Smiling in spite of himself, Kimberly scritched Hanabi with both hands before resting one on the kittens back and wrapping his arm around the one encircling his waist. He closed his eyes, still smiling.
"Thanks," he whispered.
Greed shifted his hand, twining his fingers into to Kimberly’s in response.