[December RL]

[material_guy]

["Friday morning." Maybe Greed should have asked for a more precise time frame, or maybe Klavier should have been more specific. He arbitrarily decided that by "morning" they probably meant 10:00. Decent folk, by his estimation, wake up around 9:00 and get around to actually doing important things around 10:00ish. So just before 10:30, Greed stands

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[herrglimmerous]

[Fortunately for Greed, Klavier had been up for a while packing his bags and getting ready, he was so efficient like that. So by the time Greed knocked on the door Klavier's large titanium suitcases were ready to go. Suitcases. He tended to pack like he was traveling the world for a year, it's a good thing they put wheels and shit like that on suitcases these days or else he'd probably some technical issues.

Except Greed wasn't welcomed by Klavier, at least not first, Vongole managed to beat him to the door and was pawing, whimpering, and snorting into the crack of the door. Fortunately Klavier wasn't too far behind him...]

Au weh...I just fixed that door...[finally the door swings open and Greed is greeted by Klavier and Vongole who was trying to find a spot to nudge between Klavier's legs] Guten Tag, Herr...ah...come in!

[material_guy]

[That is one excitable dog, Greed thinks, looking first between Klavier's legs. Come to think of it, he's never come through the front door as more than a benign break-in, so he's never seen Vongole react to his arrival under more normal circumstances. As he passes through the door, Greed shoves the brown paper-wrapped, squishable, lightweight mysterious package at him with no explanation, instead immediately commenting on the suitcases, giving one a nudge with his foot.] Heeeeeeeh.... Is this yer way of getting yer weight lifting in while traveling?

[Greed's not exactly the type to coddle a dog too much when not virused or alone and bored, but he'll pet him on the head as soon as he's in arm's range.]

[herrglimmerous]

[Of course, and it's because Greed has, on more than one occasion, saved Klavier's life so of course he's happy to see him. It's a familiar face, of course Greed also has an unusual smell about him...or something different about him, so as a dog Vongole is naturally excited...and if Klavier is letting Greed into the house then he belongs there. Golden retrievers are clever enough to know this. And once Greed is inside the dog twists around his master to trot casually at Greed's leg...

...in the meantime Klavier opens the package, at first he's confused, then amazed, then uncharacteristically shy, then wary...and suddenly he tucks the Stitch into his coat looking at Greed as though the stuffed animal had never been given to him so casually.]

What? They roll, you stack them...the largest one has a handle and you strap the others to the handle and they roll...[pulls the Stitch plush out at the same time that Vongole nudges his head into Greed's hand]...Where did you get this, Herr?

[material_guy]

That's not what I'm talking about. What, is one of these empty for souvenirs? [Giving a nudge to another with his foot, he's knows that's not the case. Ever the egoist, Greed decides out of sheer convenience the reason for what seems like an overabundance of preparations is because Klavier plans on getting his clothing ripped at some point. Or more precisely, Greed decides out of sheer convenience that Klavier has enough clothing that, if he's so inclined to get to business, he shouldn't hesitate to tear anything.

Watching the other's face out of the corner of his eye, Greed pretends to be absorbed in musing Vongole's head with a light, playful push down and then letting up with a scrubbing motion. He thinks he's in the clear when the conversation continues on about suitcases, but that only leaves him more unprepared when questioned.] Ghh!

[What kind of question is that? Did he get the wrong thing? He'd asked him what a 'giant Stitch plush' was before, and he said it was a blue alien. That looked like a blue alien. He had asked