Greed stood in his new room. It was too empty for him. He'd have to find a way to fix that, go out shopping, steal from his siblings if he had to. However, he did have a mirror. He looked at the outfit Father had made him.
"There, you happy?" Ling asked, sounding a little bitter. "It's not yellow."
Greed was happy. It's not what he would've chosen, but it wasn't what Ling would've chosen either. Plus, on the way to showing Greed his room, Envy had muttered how Father never transmuted the rest of them clothes. Greed was special. Unfortunately, Father had also told Greed not to speak with Ling, so he was trying to ignore the human for now.
Besides, there were a few other things Greed had to see to for his appearance. He looked around the room. No scissors. That was a shame. He didn't feel like he had many souls, and using his shield for this would be a waste. Ah well, sacrifices had to be made and what not. Greed turned away from the mirror. He made his shield cover a hand and raised it towards the back of his head.
Ling suddenly went from seeming bitter to concerned. "Greed? What are you doing?"
Ignore him, Greed thought, gritting his teeth and raising his hand to the prince's ponytail.
Suddenly, his arm froze, shaking slightly.
"Oh no. You already got rid of my outfit and are using my body. You're not cutting my hair!"
"You gave up your body," Greed pointed out. "It's mine now."
"You're renting!" Ling shouted. "We're keeping my hair. Do you know how long it takes to grow that?!"
Despite Ling's protests Greed was starting to win. His arm was moving slowly, and a little unsteadily, but it was moving how Greed wanted. He slashed through the pony tail. Greed smiled in satisfaction. Ling was silent. And with that silence Greed heard a crackling sound, and could see a red glow behind him. His smile stayed frozen on his face.
"It regenerated didn't it?" he asked.
"Guess it doesn't take long to grow back," Ling said, confirming it. "You can go ahead and do that again if you want."
Considering it was a waste of regeneration to grow hair he wasn't about to. Greed grabbed his hair and looked at it. It was back to the length Ling'd had it at. To make things worse, it wasn't held up anymore. Greed would have to put it back up. He wasn't about to let it just hang down at his shoulders and in front of his face. He sighed and started putting it back up.
"Fine," Greed said. "The hair stays."