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[yoyogalboy]

Bridget's trying boy's clothes this time, seeing how they work out. Loose, comfy jeans, and a t-shirt. The face, however, remains completely feminine, out of his control.

He takes a seat inside Jam's restaurant with Greed in tow, smiling ear to ear, less nervous about dating now that he's done it once and is on familiar ground.

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[man_of_means]

Greed walks through the door, in his usual, bombastic manner.

"Yo, Bridget! Where are ya'? The man of your dreams is here!"

He is carrying a bouquet of fresh roses.

[yoyogalboy]

Bridget waves to him from his table, not minding being a little loud.

"I'm over here, Greed!"

[man_of_means]

Greed rushes over, hurdling several tables and waiters, before stopping dead in front of the table and kneeling.

"For the lovely."

He offers the roses.

[yoyogalboy]

Bridget just doesn't blush this time.

He loses his breath and degenerates into nonsense.

"Hubuhbehbbhhhh...."

His face alights into red at the Roses...they smell so nice... and Greed is on his knee and it's embarassing but nice and the same time and...

Bridget regains his breath. He takes the roses and smiles.

"Thank you, Greed."

[man_of_means]

After the warp, they end up at a back hallway at the Best Deadly Sin.

"Ah, home sweet home! Excellent."

They approach the security reinforced door of his private office.

[yoyogalboy]

Bridget readjusts to the change in environment, regaining his footing, and following after Greed.

"I didn't see this the last time I was here..."

[man_of_means]

"This is my private office. My personal domain."

He stops at the door and places his hand on a scanner. It reads for a moment and the door clicks and slides open.

"Come on in," he says as he walks into the room.

[yoyogalboy]

Bridget feels lucky now. He's getting to see Greed's private office. He walks in, eying the room curiously.