Greed-Alchemist

"Wow, you look ridiculous." Ling turned his gaze away from the mirror he was in front of, looking in the direction of the doorway. Who was there was none other than Greed, his usual snickerish expression on his face. Letting out a snort, the emperor-to-be replied in a angered tone. "Excuse me? This is traditional Xingese clothing! Every emperor for centries have always worn this to their coronatio-" "Hey, relax, I was just kiddin'." The homunculus softly smirked. "You look nice." Sighing softly, Ling formed a small smile. "Thanks for stopping by, Greed." "Heh, no problem, pissant." Greed walked over to the Xingian, one hand in his pant po

"Ah...Achoo!" Greed blinked, looking over from the chair he was sitting in at the young emperor Ling. Damn, he's been sneezing all day! It was the middle of Winter, but still, the humunculos hoped his love wasn't sick. Standing up, he went over to him. The emperor had his head on the desk in front of him, documents and papers with doodles on them scattered everywhere. Greed lifted up his boyfriend's head by his chin, his hand softly holding it. He bent down to get to the same height as him. "Ling, are you sick?" "Yeah...I think." He sniffled slightly. "I've been sick all day..." "I can tell, you're building up a sneeze-storm." "Mehhh..."