Coming to Greed to be pampered was like asking a wolf to guard your sheep; a bit of a bloody mess and a smug grin were important tools in teaching a life lesson.
"You're the type I'd expect to be all into the 'Love doesn't mean dirty things!' shit." Greed shrugged theatrically. "Well, I don't bed anyone I'd like enough to miss if they got busy with somethin' else for the rest of their lives.
But, feelings ain't thinking things. If you think you made the feelings up, they're still real once they're there. Maybe you fabricated bein' over 'em 'cause it was a lost cause."
But, convincing him he loved his brother's obsession wouldn't help things. How was he supposed to deal with an issue that couldn't be solved by saying 'ah, just go fuck something!' ?
"...Well." He cleared his throat, deciding to give it another try. "Maybe yer not normal. Why don'tcha just worry about actin' natural instead of normal, then? I don't think it'd be 'cause yer in that body or anything, but if it is what it is, you oughtta just go with it. So if you're really pissed off, you should just go up to your brother and smack him!"
Greed gave a good empty swing to the air, followed by a nod, as if confirming it was the right course of action by how his shadow boxing punch had felt.
"Expressing too many feelings in words... it comes off like an adolescent tantrum or whatever whoever called it. It's too objective to someone else. You gotta make 'em see it as somethin' real, not somethin' to just take apart or talk about. Since at least one of 'em's a guy, that's an option! You're not in real trouble 'till you start havin' girl problems!"
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Date: 2011-01-19 04:41 am (UTC)"You're the type I'd expect to be all into the 'Love doesn't mean dirty things!' shit." Greed shrugged theatrically. "Well, I don't bed anyone I'd like enough to miss if they got busy with somethin' else for the rest of their lives.
But, feelings ain't thinking things. If you think you made the feelings up, they're still real once they're there. Maybe you fabricated bein' over 'em 'cause it was a lost cause."
But, convincing him he loved his brother's obsession wouldn't help things. How was he supposed to deal with an issue that couldn't be solved by saying 'ah, just go fuck something!' ?
"...Well." He cleared his throat, deciding to give it another try. "Maybe yer not normal. Why don'tcha just worry about actin' natural instead of normal, then? I don't think it'd be 'cause yer in that body or anything, but if it is what it is, you oughtta just go with it. So if you're really pissed off, you should just go up to your brother and smack him!"
Greed gave a good empty swing to the air, followed by a nod, as if confirming it was the right course of action by how his shadow boxing punch had felt.
"Expressing too many feelings in words... it comes off like an adolescent tantrum or whatever whoever called it. It's too objective to someone else. You gotta make 'em see it as somethin' real, not somethin' to just take apart or talk about. Since at least one of 'em's a guy, that's an option! You're not in real trouble 'till you start havin' girl problems!"