In Soviet Russia the chairs wheel you!

[iwiwal]

♥ Just another day in the Nexus for Lust, routinely patrolling the area for alchemists and other such victims. The street where she stumbled onto Jean is most definitely on her list of regular stops. Always hopeful...

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[outofthegame]

Today, is your lucky day Lust, for that would be Jean's voice screaming: "Hell No!!"

"Hey Baby, wanna go for a ride?" an unfamiliar voice says, coming from the same direction, but there is no one else besides Jean and his wheelchair.

"Damn it" Jean growls, glaring off to the side, away from Lust. He wants no part in this of course.

[iwiwal]

♥ She would recognize that first voice anywhere. She can only guess that the chair is talking next. What a helpful little thing it is.

She grins. "Only if you are a two seater, my friend." Eyes shift to her Havoc. "Hello, lover."

[outofthegame]

"I can ditch the deadweight if I need to" the chair says referring to Jean and yes, it is moving closer to Lust.

"I really, really hate the Nexus" Jean mumbles to himself.

[iwiwal]

♥ She grins. "No. I happen to be quite fond of him, and he's a lively one, I assure you." She tries to lay a hand on his arm (Jean's, not the chair's) once he's close enough.

[iwiwal]

♥ So it's down this road take a right, Jean is yelling....Well, at least she has a starting point and knows that she's in the right area. "Even if my intent is protection?"

[outofthegame]

Jean's head turns to look at her, eyes a mixture of anger and fear, as he growls out "You're the only thing I need protection from!"

The chair is silent, waiting for a quiet moment to finish giving directions. It likes the sexy lady better than boring Jean.

[iwiwal]

♥ "I am not the only homunculus with plans for your kind, sweet lover."

[outofthegame]

"The only homunculus you disagree with is Greed, and his plans for 'my kind' are sleeping with as many as the female population as he can"

"Sounds like my kind of guy" the chair says.

[iwiwal]

♥ "'Something' is quite vague. Of course I do, but it may not be exactly what you have in mind." She smiles. I mean, come on; it's a chair. She can't see how that could work to any benefit. With the chair's contents however....

[outofthegame]

"Whatever you want, Gorgeous" The chair doesn't seem think she could have any interest in its contents and it doesn't matter because at least Lust is feigning interest in it.

Jean isn't saying anything, he's trying to ignore what's going on, since there really isn't anything he can do to stop it.

[iwiwal]

♥ Lust leans onto the arms of the wheelchair and strokes her index fingers along it to keep it happy and cooperative. She leans into Jean's ear and throatily suggests, "How about a lap dance?" What else could work on a chair?

[outofthegame]

The wheelchair likes that, please keep up with the touching Lust. "That sounds real nice"

Jean on the other hand is doing his best to lean away from Lust. "Just leave me alone" he mutters, lacking any emotion, even his usual anger toward her.