DOORS
At first the noise had startled Dorchette. People didn't knock when they came to Devils Nest. They threw open the door, either ranting, cheering, or they snuck in during the dead of night. But no one actually knocked. With his trusty katana at his side, he rose from his barstool, his fingers tapping along the sheath of the sword, ready to draw the blade if a threat arose...
DINNER
It was an odd thing; the eating habits of the Devils Nest crew. Kimbly, the human--only ate because he had to, while Greed, the undying homunculus--ate because he wanted to. Law could cook up a five-course meal with minimal assistance, but was in fact a very picky eater. How one so large could eat so little and actually thrive confused them to no end. And Dorchette was just his opposite. He couldn't cook to save his life-- and he's succeeded at burning water more than once. He was able to construct nothing more complicated than a sandwich--but ate enough to feed two (Kimbly attributed this to the fact that the only person to see the inside of Greed's room as much as he had, was Dorchette).
And dinner is always a fiasco. Martel and Law eat quietly, maybe a slight conversation passing between the two of them--leaving Greed, Kimbly and Dorchette to fight over everything else. Dorchette will growl, glaring if you sneak a glance at his plate, while Greed and Kimbly will squabble and b***h over the most trivial things. Greed will demand, Kimbly will glare. Greed will threaten, and Kimbly will shove a fork through his hand. And the first time this occurred a fight broke out, and after the smoke cleared, everyone's food tasted of Greed.
DRIVING
It was rather amusing, albeit confusing to watch the newly freed homunculi explore the world. Greed had been imprisoned for the past one-hundred thirty years, so it was no wonder that he jumped the first time someone flicked on a light switch or turned on a phonograph. The chimerae hadn't asked him about the duration of his stay in the 5th lab, and neither had they found out that he was indeed the closest creature to immortality ever created. So they helped him out, showing him how things worked--feeding his lust for knowledge and his drive to know exactly how everything worked.
One day, Greed decided that the long way back to Devils Nest could bugger off, and he'd cut straight through town. When he was hit by a car, it was no wonder that the second he'd gotten up and dusted himself off, he'd decided that he wanted one.
Stealing the car had been the easy part. Taking it apart, studying it and reassembling the thing was a breeze--but to drive it? Now that was a completely different story. Kimbly flatly refused to teach him. He wasn't afraid of death, but by the Gods, with Greed behind the wheel...well, he was beginning to rethink his stand on the issue. Law managed to get by with the lie that he'd never really learned--rather relying on taxis and his own two feet his whole life. Martel just up and disappeared during the conversation, leaving only one candidate left. Dorchette.
He wasn't too fond of the idea of Greed driving--after all, if he wrecked the car, Greed would still be alive. Dorchette of the other hand, might not be so lucky. But in the end, he folded--cursing at the newly in ground sense of loyalty that he felt towards the other. Greed had freed them. He was their new master--and Dorchette's alpha. How could he say no?
Greed was by no means 'a natural' at driving. He'd smashed the back bumper before they'd even left the general area of the Nest. Two nearly flattened pedestrians, a broken rear view mirror, and a missing hubcap later, Greed had gotten the basics down--although he still loved trying to beat stoplights and turn corners at full speed. It was then, Dorchette vowed--the next time Greed attempted anything so absurd again-and the dog-chimera would find himself a newer saner alpha...
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