'Greed', or Gin Mikado, although hat name hadn't been used in years, was in fact home when the call came, he was boiling a codeine mixture with chloroform. He looked at the machine, then smirked and let it pick itself up. He knew who it would be… Zolf was getting more and more hooked. Greed almost considered finding a treatment center for him… But then he would have to wait all that time before going back to his usual 'hobbies.'
It was a mental argument, part of him insisting he was killing a kid, part of him arguing Zolf was dying years before Greed met him, and the most logical side quietly reminding him that Zolf might go to someone else for a fix and come back with an STD. Greed shrugged these thoughts away, and finished up… he could do the rest later. Right now… The most stubborn pet he'd ever had the (dis)pleasure to know was being sweet enough to ask him to visit… and one did not waste opportunities. He pulled on a shirt, wondering what he had been 'cooking' without a shirt in the first place.
Greed took a quick look at himself in a hanging mirror, and decided he looked fine, grabbing a messenger bag off the couch and his keys out of yesterday's pants.
The car sputters a few times and Greed gave it a little more gas, cursing under his breath. The car and he went way back, but he would swear it sensed when he's going to get sex and rebelled against him those days. He finally got it going, and with a grin turned onto the turnpike towards Kimblee's little shack. He could almost feel the universe smiling down on him.
(A/n: I actually had to google and find a recipe for Greed to imitate…
Two people the second day the first chappie was posted told me to continue... I feel so darn loved!
o.O)