She steps inside and...
Oh. Oh wow.
It's like a big studio apartment! A PENTHOUSE studio apartment!
Dark wood and gold all around, covered wall to wall in bookshelves. There are 3 large windows, giving you a glimpse into: a pink and purple sky'd neon cityscape; a darkness cloaked landscape filled with red... eyes (?) dashing and darting across the ground, constant fighting; a pure white, totally blank wasteland with nothing but a single Orobanche flower sitting in a small patch of grass.
...The room is actually a bit of a weird shape... like a pentagon? Hexagon? You can't tell. It seems to shift every time you move.
A large, golden, candle-lit chandelier hangs from the center of the high ceiling.
She turns around, she sees a large, comfortable looking bed with curtains to obscure who's sleeping. She turns around, she sees a kitchen space for cooking, filled with all the ingredients and recipes you'd ever need. She turns around, she sees a bathroom with a deep bathtub meant for laying down and relaxing. It's the life of luxury, fit for a king!
Then, she turns around...
Her eyes land on a comforting scene. 2 comfortable looking, fancy armchairs positioned to face a large, blazing fireplace. There is a table between them, on it sits a stack of books and a tea set that looks fresh off of the stove! There are pastries too, don't worry :)
There's... someone in one of the armchairs. They sit up and turn to face her.
"ððŸð·ðª ðð»ð²ð¶ðªðµðŽð²ð· ð²ð· ðœð±ð® ð¯ðµð®ðŒð±! ðð»,, ðªð±ðª... ððŸðŒðœ ððŸð·ðª ð¯ðžð» ð·ðžð. ð£ð±ðªðœ ð±ðªðŒð·'ðœ ð±ðªð¹ð¹ð®ð·ð®ð ðð®ðœ, ð±ðªðŒ ð²ðœ? ð¢ðžð»ð»ð, ð'ð¶ ð®ðð¬ð²ðœð®ð ð¯ðžð» ð²ð¯ ðžð» ðð±ð®ð· ð²ðœ ððžð®ðŒ!"
A 6'3, twunky looking dragon is standing in front of her.
He has silver scales... They're very pretty!
He seems to be what people nowadays would consider an 'eastern dragon.' Like the wyvern from Spirited Away! Even has the funny little whiskers and everything.
He's just a bit fluffy. Just a bit. Golden fluffy messy soft looking hair that matches the color of his underscales (belly and all), claws, and teeth. It appears to be tied back in a messy, low hanging bun.
His eyes glow a gold, black irises otherwise. He has large antlers that appear to be made of emeralds and fluffy, pettable ears.
His claws are average size (compared to someone like Thrall, who could tear Luna to shreds if he wanted), but are still... uncomfortably large if he attacked.
...His arms are mismatched, actually. His right arm is like normal, fitting the rest of his body. 4 fingers (counting the thumb) and clawed. But, his left arm... Fully furred. patterned like a deer. It has clumsy looking, bulky 3 fingered (counting the thumb still) hooves for fingers. Dexterous enough, but he still seems shy about showing her it, holding it behind his back.
His tail is very long and very large, large enough to wrap around the chair he was sitting in once and still drag behind him as he walked towards her. The top half is furred and the underside is scaled like normal. It ends in a fluffy tuft, thumping and wagging softly in barely contained excitement.
He appears to have the legs of a crow, large black talons in contrast with his silver and gold body. You can really only see his feet though. Digitigrade legs!
He is wearing a green sweater over a white dress shirt, collar fixed correctly. He is wearing sweatpants, in contrast to the otherwise fancy and proper aesthetic for everything else! No shoes on account for his birdlike feet.
He walks over to Luna and kneels down to hug her. He is warm. Comforting.
Luna hugs back. He seems incredibly kind. And so warm too!
"Hello! Nice to meet you. Yep, just Luna for now. Though I would take Eris's surname and hand in marriage if it were offered."
He unhugs her and stands up straight, looking down at her. He has a genuine smile on his face.
"ð'ð¶ ðŒðž, ðŒðž ð®ðð¬ð²ðœð®ð ðœðž ð¶ð®ð®ðœ ððžðŸ! ðšðžðŸ'ð¿ð® ð«ð®ð®ð· ðªð· ð²ððžðµ ðžð¯ ð¶ð²ð·ð® ð®ð¿ð®ð» ðŒð²ð·ð¬ð® ð ð«ð®ð°ðªð· ððªðœð¬ð±ð²ð·ð° ððžðŸð» ð°ð»ðžðŸð¹... ðšðžðŸð» ð®ð¯ð¯ðžð»ðœðŒ ð¯ðžð» ðªð»ð¬ð±ð²ð¿ð²ð·ð° ðªð·ð ð»ð®ðŒð®ðªð»ð¬ð±ð²ð·ð° ðªð·ð ð³ðŸðŒðœ... ð°ð®ð·ð®ð»ðªðµðµð ð¬ðžðµðµð®ð¬ðœð²ð·ð° ðŽð·ðžððµð®ðð°ð® ððžð®ðŒ ð·ðžðœ ð°ðž ðŸð·ðð®ð»ðªð¹ð¹ð»ð®ð¬ð²ðªðœð®ð. ððœ'ðŒ ðŒðž... ððœ'ðŒ ð²ð·ð¬ð»ð®ðð²ð«ðµð®! ðšðžðŸ'ð»ð® ð²ð·ð¬ð»ð®ðð²ð«ðµð®!"
Luna has a huge smile on her face. It's wonderful to meet someone who cares about her work.
"haha well thank you so much! May I ask for your name so I can address you better?"
"ð°ðœðœ.. ð¶ðœð¶.. ð²ððð, ðŒ..."
He takes a deep breath and walks back over to his seat.
"ð'ð¿ð® ð«ð®ð®ð·... ððžð·ð¯ðµð²ð¬ðœð®ð. ðªð«ðžðŸðœ ðœð±ðªðœ. ð¯ðžð» ðª ðð±ð²ðµð®. ðð ð·ðªð¶ð® ð²ðŒ... ðšðžðŸ ð¬ðªð· ð³ðŸðŒðœ ð¬ðªðµðµ ð¶ð® ðð»ð®ð®ð! ðð»ð»... ðŠð±ðªðœð®ð¿ð®ð» ððžðŸ ðð²ðŒð±.. ððžð·'ðœ ððžð»ð»ð ðœðžðž ð¶ðŸð¬ð± ðªð«ðžðŸðœ ð²ðœ!"
He takes a seat.
"ððµð®ðªðŒð® ðœðªðŽð® ðª ðŒð®ðªðœ. ðð»... ððžð·'ðœ! ð'ð¶ ð·ðžðœ ððžðŸð» ð¶ðªðŒðœð®ð», ððž ðªðŒ ððžðŸ ðð²ðŒð±!"
Luna takes a seat, her little feet dangling happily. This is one of the coolest places she's ever been to.
"Well, it's really really nice to meet you, Greed."
"ððœ'ðŒ ð»ð®ðªðµðµð ð·ð²ð¬ð® ðœðž ð¶ð®ð®ðœ ððžðŸ!!"
He pulls the table over towards him with his tail, pours her a cup of tea, and pushes it back towards her.
"ððµð®ðªðŒð® ð®ð·ð³ðžð ðœð±ð® ðœð»ð®ðªðœðŒ. ...ððžðŸðµð ððžðŸ ð¶ð²ð·ð ð²ð¯ ð ð»ðªð·ðœð®ð ðªð«ðžðŸðœ ð¶ððŒð®ðµð¯ ðª ð«ð²ðœ? ð£ðž ð¶ðªðð«ð®... ð°ð²ð¿ð® ððžðŸ ðªð· ð²ðð®ðª ðžð¯ ðð±ð ð ð«ð»ðžðŸð°ð±ðœ ððžðŸ ð±ð®ð»ð®!"
"Ooh please, by all means. I have a thirst for knowledge, as you can tell. And for some tea too uwu"
She helps herself to some tea and the various treats on the table.
ânyaâ
...It tastes like her favorite tea. Not any tea in specific, just... her favorite!
"ðð·ð ðœð±ðªðœ'ðŒ ð®ððªð¬ðœðµð ðð±ð ð ð«ð»ðžðŸð°ð±ðœ ððžðŸ ð±ð®ð»ð®!"
"ð'ð¶... ð»ð®ðµðªðœð²ð¿ð®ðµð ð·ð®ð ðœðž ð¶ð ð¹ðžðŒð²ðœð²ðžð· ðªðŒ ðœð±ð® ðð»ð²ð·ð¬ð® ðžð¯ ðð»ð®ð®ð. ð£ð±ð® ðžðµð ðžð·ð® ðð²ð®ð... ðŒðŸððð®ð·ðµð ðªð·ð ð¿ð²ðžðµð®ð·ðœðµð. ðð·ð ð²ð· ðª ð»ðŸðŒð± ðœðž ð¯ð²ðµðµ ðœð±ð® ð®ð¶ð¹ðœð ðŒð¹ðžðœ, ð ððªðŒ ð«ð»ðžðŸð°ð±ðœ ð²ð·ðœðž ð¹ðžðð®ð». ððžð¶ð¹ðªð»ð®ð ðœðž ðªðµðµ ðžð¯ ðœð±ð® ðžðœð±ð®ð» ðð»ð²ð·ð¬ð®ðŒ? ð'ð¶ ðª ð¬ð±ð²ðµð. ð£ð±ð®ð ð»ð®ð¯ðŸðŒð® ðœðž ðœð»ð®ðªðœ ð¶ð® ðµð²ðŽð® ðžðœð±ð®ð»ðð²ðŒð®."
"ð£ð±ð²ðŒ-"
He gestures around to the room.
"-ð²ðŒ ð¶ð ðµðªðð®ð». ðð ðð®ðµðµ. ðð»ð®ð®ð." 'ð'ð¿ð® ð«ð®ð®ð· ððžð»ðŽð²ð·ð° ð¿ð®ð»ð, ð¿ð®ð»ð ð±ðªð»ð ðœðž ð«ðŸð²ðµð ð²ðœ ðªð·ð ð¶ðªðŽð® ð²ðœ ðªðŒ ð°ð»ðªð·ð ðªð·ð ð®ðð¹ðªð·ðŒð²ð¿ð® ðªðŒ ð²ðœ ð²ðŒ! ððœ'ðŒ... ðŒðž ð¯ðŸðµðµ ðžð¯ ðŽð·ðžððµð®ðð°ð® ð·ðžð, ð'ð¶ ððžð»ð»ð²ð®ð ð®ð¿ð®ð· ð ð¬ðªð·'ðœ ð¬ðžð·ðŒðŸð¶ð® ð²ðœ ðªðµðµ!"
He laughs.
"...ððœ'ðŒ ðª ð«ð²ðœ... ðŸð·ð¯ðžð»ðœðŸð·ðªðœð®, ðœð±ðžðŸð°ð±. ðŠð±ð®ð· ð ððªð·ðœ ðœðž ðŽð·ðžð ðŒðžð¶ð®ðœð±ð²ð·ð°, ð ðððð ðœðž ðŽð·ðžð ð²ðœ! ðð·ð, ðð±ð®ð· ð ðŒðªð ðð¶ð·ð² ðð²ð®... ðšðžðŸð» ð¶ðªð°ð·ðŸð¶ ðžð¹ðŸðŒ... ð ððªðŒ ðŒðž ð°ð»ð²ð¹ð¹ð®ð. ðð ð«ð»ðªð²ð· ððªðŒ ðŒðž ð¯ðžð¬ðŸðŒð®ð. ððœ'ðŒ ðªð¶ðªðð²ð·ð°. ðšðžðŸ'ð»ð® ðªð¶ðªðð²ð·ð°! ðšðžðŸð» ðŒðœððµð® ðžð¯ ð¬ðªðœðªðµðžð°ð²ð·ð° ð®ð¿ð®ð·ðœðŒ ð²ðŒ ð³ðŸðŒðœ... ð'ð¶ ððððððð, ð±ðžð·ð®ðŒðœðµð!"
"...ðð»ðžð¶ ðœð±ðªðœ ð¶ðžð¶ð®ð·ðœ, ðªðŒ ðŒðžðžð· ðªðŒ ð¶ð ð®ðð®ðŒ ð»ð®ðªð ðœð±ð® ððžð»ððŒ 'ðð¶ð·ð² ðð²ð®,' ð ðŽð·ð®ð. ð ðŽð·ð®ð ð ð±ðªð ðœðž ð¶ð®ð®ðœ ððžðŸ. ð ðŽð·ð®ð ð ð±ðªð ðœðž ð³ðŸðŒðœ... ðœð»ð ðªð·ð ð±ð®ðµð¹ ððžðŸ ð²ð· ððžðŸð» ð¹ðŸð»ðŒðŸð²ðœ ðžð¯ ðŽð·ðžððµð®ðð°ð®! ð ðŽð·ð®ð ð ð±ðªð ðœðž ðœð»ð ðªð·ð... ðœðœð±ð²ðŒ ð¶ð²ð°ð±ðœ ðŒðžðŸð·ð ðª ð«ð²ðœ ð¹ð²ðœð²ð¯ðŸðµ, ð«ðŸðœ ð'ð¶ ð«ð®ð²ð·ð° ð±ðžð·ð®ðŒðœ! ð ðŽð·ð®ð ð ð±ðªð ðœðž ðœð»ð ðªð·ð ð«ð®ð¬ðžð¶ð® ððžðŸð» ð¯ð»ð²ð®ð·ð!"
He gets a bit more serious sounding. Not a lot! Just a bit.
"ð ððªð·ðœ ðœðž ð°ð²ð¿ð® ððžðŸ ðªð· ðžð¯ð¯ð®ð». ð£ð±ð²ðŒ ð²ðŒ ð®ð·ðœð²ð»ð®ðµð ðžð·ð®-ðŒð²ðð®ð, ðªðµð»ð²ð°ð±ðœ? ð ð°ðªð²ð· ð·ðžðœð±ð²ð·ð°, ð·ðžðœð±ð²ð·ð° ðªðœ ðªðµðµ, ðªðŒð²ðð® ð¯ð»ðžð¶ ð«ð®ð²ð·ð° ðªð«ðµð® ðœðž ðŒð®ð® ððžðŸ ð¯ðµðžðŸð»ð²ðŒð± ðªð·ð ð°ð»ðžð. ð ððªð·ðœ ðœðž ðžð¯ð¯ð®ð» ððžðŸ ðª... ðµð®ðœ'ðŒ ðŒðªð... 'ððžð¶ð® ðªððªð ð¯ð»ðžð¶ ððžð¶ð®,' ð±ð®ð»ð® ð²ð· ðð»ð®ð®ð. ðð¯ ððžðŸ ð®ð¿ð®ð» ð·ð®ð®ð ð±ð®ðµð¹, ð²ð¯ ððžðŸ ð®ð¿ð®ð» ð·ð®ð®ð ðŒðžð¶ð®ðð±ð®ð»ð® ðœðž ð®ðŒð¬ðªð¹ð® ðœðž, ð²ð¯ ððžðŸ ð®ð¿ð®ð» ð·ð®ð®ð ðœðž ð¯ð²ð·ð ðŒðžð¶ð®ðœð±ð²ð·ð° ðžðŸðœ..."
He snaps. A shining, polished gold key attached to a silver string appears in his hand, dangling down for her to see.
"ðšðžðŸ ð¬ðªð· ð¹ðŸðœ ðœð±ð²ðŒ ð²ð· ðª ððžðžð»ððªð ðªð·ð ðœðŸð»ð·. ððœ'ðµðµ ð«ð® ðª ð°ðªðœð®ððªð ð±ð®ð»ð®. ð'ðµðµ ð±ð®ðµð¹ ððžðŸ ð±ð²ðð® ðªððªð ðžð» ðŒð®ðªð»ð¬ð± ðœð±ð® ðµðªð«ðð»ð²ð·ðœð± ð¯ðžð» ðð±ðªðœð®ð¿ð®ð» ððžðŸ ðŒðž ðð²ðŒð±! ð ð³ðŸðŒðœ... ð ð·ð®ð®ð ðœðž ððªð»ð· ððžðŸ."
He gets very stern. Very worried. Very authoritative.
"ððµð®ðªðŒð®. ððž ð·ðžðœ ð°ðž ððªð·ðð®ð»ð²ð·ð° ðžð· ððžðŸð» ðžðð·. ðšðžðŸ ðð²ðµðµ ð°ð®ðœ ðµðžðŒðœ ðªð·ð ðœð±ðžðŒð® ðð±ðž ð°ð®ðœ ðµðžðŒðœ... ð£ð±ð®ð'ð»ð® ð·ð®ð¿ð®ð» ðœð±ð® ðŒðªð¶ð®. ð ððžðŸðµð ð±ðªðœð® ðœðž ðŒð®ð® ðœð±ðªðœ ð±ðªð¹ð¹ð®ð· ðœðž ðŒðžð¶ð®ðžð·ð® ðªðŒ ð«ð»ð²ðµðµð²ðªð·ðœ ðªðŒ ððžðŸ."
He clears his throat, returning to his cheerful, joyous bookworm demeanor from before.
"ð¢ðž! ðŠð±ðªðœ ðŒðªð ððžðŸ, ððŸð·ðª?"
He's smiling. He's very, very happy. It feels so genuine.
Luna looks to him with a sense of understanding. A want to help. And.... besides, a home away from home if shit gets bad? That sounds wonderful. She smiles, a look of pure glee on her face.
"I accept. I'll continue working on Omni Pie and assist you with the knowledge you desire. Thank you Greed. You are truly a wonderful soul."
"ð£ð±ðªð·ðŽ ððžðŸ! ð£ð±ðªð·ðŽ ððžðŸ! ð£ð±ðªðœ'ðŒ ð¶ðªðð® ð¶ð ðð®ð¬ðªðð® ðœðž ð±ð®ðªð»!"
His tail is fuckin w a g g i n g. Wagging as best as it can with how long and heavy looking it is, that is.
"ððž ððžðŸ ð±ðªð¿ð® ðªð·ððœð±ð²ð·ð° ððžðŸ'ð ðð²ðŒð± ðœðž ðŒðªð? ðŠð²ðŒð± ðœðž ðŽð·ðžð? ðŠð²ðŒð± ðœðž ðªðŒðŽ ðªð«ðžðŸðœ? ððž ððžðŸ ð±ðªð¿ð® ðªð·ð ð«ðžðžðŽðŒ ððžðŸ'ð¿ð® ððªð·ðœð®ð ðœðž ð»ð®ðªð? ...ðŠð® ð±ðªð¿ð® ð®ðªðŒðœð®ð»ð· ð¶ð®ðð²ðª ðœðžðž! ð¥ðð¢ðŒ, ðð¥ððŒ, ððªð·ð°ðªðŒ, ðð±ðªðœð®ð¿ð®ð» ððžðŸ'ð ðµð²ðŽð®! ð'ðµðµ ð°ð®ðœ ð²ðœ ð¯ðžð» ððžðŸ ð²ð· ðª ð¶ðžð¶ð®ð·ðœ ðžð» ðœððž. ððµðµ ððžðŸ ð±ðªð¿ð® ðœðž ððž ð²ðŒ ðªðŒðŽ."
He seems absolutely giddy. Beaming with joy.
Luna is a little overwhelmed and Greed might be able to see that. So many things she could learn about right now! But like where to start?
Where... to begin?
"Um... I'll need a moment to think that over. It's just... the sheer amount of things I want to learn right now... there's so much."
"I've always wanted to read the Haruhi Suzumiya light novels... aha"
Luna is blushing tomato red right now. There's all of this knowledge at her fingertips and she asks for a light novel of all things!
He moves away from her a bit, sitting like normal in his seat... He had been practically leaning over his chair to speak to her!
"...ð¶ðœ. ððððð! ððððð, ððŸððœð. ðŒ'ð ððððð. ðŒ ð¹ðð'ð ððð¶ð ðð ððððððœððð ððð."
He perks up with the mention of that book name, though!
"ðð±! ðð±, ð°ð»ð®ðªðœ! ð ð¬ðªð· ð°ð®ðœ ðœð±ðªðœ ð¯ðžð» ððžðŸ, ðð®ðŒ. ðð²ð¿ð® ð¶ð® ðª ð¶ðžð¶ð®ð·ðœ, ððžð·'ðœ ð«ð® ðªð¯ð»ðªð²ð ðœðž ðµðžðžðŽ ðªð»ðžðŸð·ð! ðð»ðªð« ðœð±ð® ð¬ðžð¶ð¯ðžð»ðœð®ð» ðžð¯ð¯ ð¶ð ð«ð®ð ð²ð¯ ððžðŸ'ð ðµð²ðŽð®!"
He launches off and hurries through a door, his long tail trailing behind him for quite a while before the door slams behind him, trapping the tip of his tail in the room.
...That thing might be how he navigates the place, haha...
"Whoa."
She decides to chill at the table. It's rather comfy and the pastries are incredible!
Luna is amazed by everything she's seeing, maybe a tad overwhelmed, but happy regardless. This place definitely warrants a return. A question sticks out in her mind, however. Why Omni Pie of all things?
There are wonderful archival attempts from so many other people, but why hers?
The door swings open and he hurries back in the room, somehow managing to carry a stack of 12 books effortlessly.
"ðð®ð»ð® ððžðŸ ð°ðž, ððŸð·ðª! ððµðµ 12 ððªð»ðŸð±ð² ð¢ðŸððŸð¶ð²ððª ðµð²ð°ð±ðœ ð·ðžð¿ð®ðµðŒ. ðð»ðžð¶ 'ð£ð±ð® ðð®ðµðªð·ð¬ð±ðžðµð ðžð¯ ððªð»ðŸð±ð² ð¢ðŸððŸð¶ð²ððª" ðœðž "ð£ð±ð® ðð·ðœðŸð²ðœð²ðžð· ðžð¯ ððªð»ðŸð±ð² ð¢ðŸððŸð¶ð²ððª," ð³ðŸðŒðœ ð¯ðžð» ððžðŸ!"
He places the stack of books on the table.
...His tail hasn't entered the room all the way yet. The door is still open, waiting.
"Oh my gosh! That's amazing!"
"Thank you so much... but I did have a question. Um, ...why Omni Pie?"
"..."
"...ðð¶... ð'ð¶ ð·ðžðœ ðºðŸð²ðœð® ðŒðŸð»ð®."
He begins to pace, walking around his chair, wrapping his tail around it.
"ð¢ðžð¶ð®ðœð±ð²ð·ð° ðªð«ðžðŸðœ ð²ðœ ð³ðŸðŒðœ... ð¬ðµð²ð¬ðŽð®ð ð¯ðžð» ð¶ð®! ððªðð® ð¶ð® ð²ð·ðœð»ð²ð°ðŸð®ð. ðð®ð¹ðœ ð¶ð® ð»ð®ðªðð²ð·ð° ðœð±ð»ðžðŸð°ð± ðœð±ð® ðð±ðžðµð® ðœð±ð²ð·ð°. ðð²ðð·'ðœ ðŒðœðžð¹ ðžð·ð¬ð®! ððªð ðœðž ððŸð¶ð¹ ðžð¯ð¯ ðŒðžð¶ð® ðžð¯ ð¶ð ððŸðœð²ð®ðŒ ðžð·ðœðž ðœð±ð® ðµð²ð«ð»ðªð»ð ðŒðœðªð¯ð¯, ðªð±ðª... ð£ð±ð®ð ð±ðªðœð®ð ð¶ð® ð¯ðžð» ð²ðœ!"
He keeps walking around the chair, tail still going. The door hasn't shut yet.
"ððªðð«ð® ð²ðœ'ðŒ... ððžðŸ. ððªðð«ð® ððžðŸð» ð¿ðžð²ð¬ð®, ðªðŒ ðœð±ð® ðªðŸðœð±ðžð» ðªð·ð ðªðŒ ðŒðžð¶ð®ð«ðžðð ðð±ðž ð±ðªðŒ ð¹ð®ð»ðŒðžð·ðªðµ ð®ðð¹ð®ð»ð²ð®ð·ð¬ð® ðð²ðœð± ðœð±ð® ðŒðŸð«ð³ð®ð¬ðœ ðªðœ ð±ðªð·ð, ð«ð»ð²ð·ð°ðŒ ðŒðžð¶ð®ðœð±ð²ð·ð° ð®ð·ðœð²ð»ð®ðµð ðŸð·ð²ðºðŸð® ðªð·ð ðŸð·ðµð²ðŽð® ðªð·ððœð±ð²ð·ð° ð®ðµðŒð®! ððœ'ðŒ ð³ðŸðŒðœ... ððªð·ðœðªðŒðœð²ð¬. ðð¶ðªðð²ð·ð°. ðŠð±ð ðŒð±ðžðŸðµð ð²ðœ ð±ðªð¿ð® ðœðž ð«ð® ð®ðð¹ðµðªð²ð·ð®ð ð¶ðžð»ð®?"
With those final words, he stops, looking right at her with that same giddy, excited smile she's seen him with this entire time. Also, his tail is finally wrapped all the way up around the chair so the door closes! So long, jeez.
"Well I'm seriously happy and I'm glad to have made you happy with my knowledge and writing. I'll be happy to continue, especially knowing that it's helping people and that I have a fan!"
Luna is so so happy and excited to continue when she gets back. She is blushing so hard though, it's nice to hear someone loves her work with such a passion.
"Thank you thank you thank you Greed. You are truly kind and lovely."
Luna finishes her tea. So delicious.
"ð£ð±ðªð·ðŽ ððžðŸ ðœð±ðªð·ðŽ ððžðŸ ðœð±ðªð·ðŽ ððžðŸ ð¯ðžð» ð«ð®ð²ð·ð° ðŒðŸð¬ð± ðª ð«ð»ð²ðµðµð²ðªð·ðœ ðð»ð²ðœð®ð» ðªð·ð ðªð»ð¬ð±ð²ð¿ð²ðŒðœ!! ððžð·ðœð²ð·ðŸð® ðžð· ðœð±ð»ðžðŸð°ð± ððžðŸð» ððªððŒ ðŽð·ðžðð²ð·ð° ðœð±ðªðœ ððžðŸð» ððžð»ðŽ ð«ðµð®ðŒðŒð®ðŒ ðªðµðµ ðð±ðž ð±ðªð¿ð® ðœð±ð® ð±ðžð·ðžð» ðžð¯ ðŒð®ð®ð²ð·ð° ð²ðœ. ðŠðžðŸðµð ððžðŸ ðµð²ðŽð® ðœðž ð±ð®ðªð ð«ðªð¬ðŽ ð±ðžð¶ð® ð·ðžð? ð'ðµðµ ð±ð®ðµð¹ ð¬ðªð»ð»ð ððžðŸð» ð«ðžðžðŽðŒ!"
"ð'ð¶ ðŒðŸð»ð® ððžðŸð» ð¯ð»ð²ð®ð·ððŒ ðªð»ð® ððžð·ðð®ð»ð²ð·ð° ðð±ð®ð»ð® ððžðŸ ð¶ðŸðŒðœ'ð¿ð® ð°ðžð·ð® ðžð¯ð¯ ðœðž ð·ðžð. ð ððžð·'ðœ ððªð·ðœ ðœðž ððžð»ð»ð ðœð±ð®ð¶ ð¯ðžð» ðœðžðž ðµðžð·ð°."
"I would love to return home. Thank you so so much Greed. I will return in time."
Luna blushes and smiles. She's so thankful to have traveled here.
He walks over to her and dangles the key out for her to grab. (As in he's holding it by the silver string and letting the key drop down for her to grab.)
"ð£ð±ðªð·ðŽ ððžðŸ ðŒðž ð¶ðŸð¬ð± ðœðžðž! ð ðªð¶ ðŸð·ð«ð®ðµð²ð®ð¿ðªð«ðµð ð±ðªð¹ð¹ð ðœð±ð²ðŒ ðð®ð·ðœ ðªðŒ ðð®ðµðµ ðªðŒ ð²ðœ ðð²ð. ð¡ð®ð¶ð®ð¶ð«ð®ð», ð³ðŸðŒðœ ð¹ðŸðœ ðœð±ð® ðŽð®ð ð²ð·ðœðž ðª ððžðžð» ðªð·ð ðœðŸð»ð· ðªðŒ ð²ð¯ ððžðŸ ðð®ð»ð® ð°ðžð²ð·ð° ðœðž ðŸð·ðµðžð¬ðŽ ð²ðœ. ð£ð±ðªðœ'ðŒ ð±ðžð ððžðŸ ð¬ðªð· ð»ð®ðœðŸð»ð· ð±ð®ð»ð®."
"Awesome. I will be back soon. Thank you for the wonderful hospitality Greed."
Luna takes the key and places it into her pocket.
He picks up the pile of light novels for her again with a lil huff.
"ðð¯ð¯ ððžðŸ ð°ðž, ðœð±ð®ð·! ððžðµðµðžð ð¶ð®."
He turns around and walks towards the door.
Luna follows with a hop in her step.
He lowers the stack of books a bit and places his head on the top of the pile, reaching down to open the door for her.
He opens it up and, with her vision flashing gold, the door changes into the closet of Harmonia's Guest Bedroom and she can see said room on the other side.
He smiles, happy as always, but with a hint of sadness that the excitement has to end so soon.
"ððžðžðð«ðð®, ððŸð·ðª. ððªð¿ð® ðªð· ðªð¶ðªðð²ð·ð° ð·ð²ð°ð±ðœ."
He places the stack of books on the floor and gently nudges them through the doorway with his foot, being extremely careful not to knock the stack over or accidentally go through for himself. Almost as if he's a bit scared of it.
Thankfully, nothing goes wrong and the stack ends up perfectly inside the Guest Bedroom :]
"So long, Greed!"
"ð¢ðž ðµðžð·ð°, ððŸð·ðª!"
The door slams shut as she leaves, Greed walking back over to sit down in his chair..