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    Greed the Avaricious was everything his named claimed him to be, and everyone, who was anyone, knew this to be exact. He wanted all, needed all and craved for all; fame, fortune, sex, everything this world had to offer. He wanted nothing less, and nothing more than what he demanded, never asking, but always receiving what he desired, even if he didn't deserve it.     [Eye color] orbs trailed the figure that leaned over the worn out bar, pale elbow on the polished surface that connected to an equal milky hand that loosely hung onto his glass, the liquid swishing around frequently as he would flick his wrist. His milky

"I gave you myself, my most prized possessions," It wasn't a first. Tsukiyama was used to the vacant halls of his mansion. They were rarely filled with the jovial laughter that he so desperately craved, therefore; he mimicked it. He scratched away at the pain he felt, to the point he didn't recognize pain as pain. It wasn't there, he'd tell himself. He would smile. Play a gentleman. Present himself in all of his flamboyance, a way of his own defense. He didn't realize the magnitude a first meeting could hold. There you were; unable to address him without a cute stutter or endearing blush. He's drawn to you the moment his lavender gaze see