"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 pockets. He took off his sunglasses with his other hand, his purple eyes filled with pride. "I'm sure you're gonna do great out there."
"I-I hope." He softly muttered a reply, letting out an awkward chuckle. "T-To tell you the truth, I'm a bit nervous. I'm excited, yet I'm scared at the same time...What if I mess up? And...And I ruin the whole ceremony?"