"Hey Greed?"
Greed paused. He'd been sneaking to Wrath's room to see if there was anything worth stealing. It would be very hard to talk to Ling at the same time. He'd either have to talk out loud or freeze and tune everything out while he talked to Ling mentally.
"Yeah?" Greed whispered.
"First, I'm glad you decided to steal from Wrath." Greed smiled. He'd asked Ling who he should try stealing from. Ling had suggested Wrath. It made sense in some ways since he was never down here, and being the ruler of the country might have some good things, but Greed had a feeling Ling had some sort of grudge against Wrath. Ling continued. "But when we're done, can you let me write a message? I need to contact someone."
"I can't do that," Greed said. "You'll probably just try and run off with this body. Besides, I'm not supposed to be talking to you at all."
"Oh come on. It can't hurt can it?"
His tone just made the whole thing more suspicious. "No. Now shut up prince."
There was some silence on Ling's end that almost made Greed believe that had worked.
"Or what?"
"Huh?"
Ling shrugged. "We're in the same body aren't we? There's nothing you can do to make me shut up, and neither of us can leave."
That was all true. In theory Greed could try using Ling's soul as fuel, but being the previous body's owner and still having so much individuality would make it hard. Plus he was pretty sure there was a reason he shouldn't use Ling's soul for fuel, and he was kind of enjoying the prince's company. So much for not talking to him, but so long as his siblings and Father didn't notice it would be fine.
"What's your point Ling?" Greed asked.
Ling was briefly surprised Greed had used his name, but then continued. "My point is I don't have to to shut up. And I won't until I send that message."
Then Ling tipped his mental head back and began loudly singing the Xingese version of 99 bottles of beer on the wall.
Ling had reached about 20 bottles. Greed didn't know that though. He didn't speak Xingese,and he'd lost count. He'd tried to tune Ling out. It wasn't working.
"Alright!" Greed shouted.
Ling stopped, head snapping down in surprise. Greed ran a hand through his hair, with more force than was probably good.
"Alright. Write your message. Let's just get this over with."
He briefly let Ling take over. Ling, on his part, didn't try to keep control or go running off. He just wrote a message in strange symbols.
"I can't tell what that says," Greed said.
"Well yeah. I wrote it in Xingese," Ling said.
At this point, Greed decided it wasn't wroth arguing. He was definitely going to look into Xing though.