Teddybear

Greed sat down at the bar and considered it. They hadn't been begged for anything in a long time. Not since their deal-making days. Though, technically, their deal-making days weren't ...

I'm a tad confused. Greed dropped his phone in a pocket dimension, they didn't give it back. Does he have another phone?

Greed didn't answer that, just chuckled and shook their head. "You're welcome for not letting you choke on your own tongue. Have a nice life." Greed took out the phone ...

"I was serious about that one, darling. I'm what a few dimensions refer to as a demon. Can't break my word, even if I want to. But yes, go on, ...

"Ooo, it's confidential ," Greed rolled their eyes, "What if I promise to keep a secret?"

Greed snickered. "Sure. And what might those other reasons be?"

"Trying to figure out how dimensions work, hm, pretty boy?" Greed asked, straightening.

Greed rolled their eyes and leaned back on their heels. "Absolutely not."

it's funny because Greed doesn't actually live in Hell. Well, they do, but it's just as much 'Heaven' as it is 'Hell'. They're the same place intermixed into the same ...

Greed glared. "Very funny."

"Waltz off to Hell," Greed said with a sarcastic grin and went back to tending to the man on the floor.

Does this have the 16+ rating? I can't remember and the natural response for Greed here includes a swearword, so I need to know if I need to pg-ify it.

"Those things are entirely unrelated," Greed said tersely. It was just a...habit. Sloth's endless rambling rubbing off on Greed. Earworm words telling Greed to let the silly little time-dwellers live.

Greed leaned on the counter, slowly sipping at their drink, before finally chancing a glance back at the unconscious guy. He was convulsing on the floor, surrounded by a growing ...

Greed pocketed the phone and glared at the two who kept interrupting. "Don't you know it's rude to cut into other people's conversations?"