The panther had been out and about, strolling through the territory. It was something he often did when there was nothing interesting going on at the ship. Instead of waiting for something to happen, he'd go looking for something to do. Sometimes it got him into trouble, other times it just left him even more bored and with sore paws. It was usually a fifty-fifty chance. When he had gone out that afternoon, though, something was going to happen--just not anything fun.

Luckily for him, it began to rain. He wasn't too concerned, though he did grumble a bit about his coat being ruined. But then what began as a simple drizzle turned into a downpour. Thunder rumbled above him, triggering him to quickly decide to take shelter somewhere. The clouds clogging up the sky had made it quite dark out, but he was able to navigate towards a fallen tree by the light provided by cracks of lightning. It was a somewhat tight squeeze, but he managed, laying down on his stomach despite the gross feeling of moss and bark against his body.

Then it was simply just a matter of waiting. From his makeshift shelter, he watched the sky as it lit up and crackled, rain pouring down in heavy drops. Hopefully it wouldn't last much longer, as it was getting increasingly uncomfortable inside the dead tree's body.

"SPEECH"

The sudden arrival startled him slightly. With all the noise outside, he couldn't hear the approaching paw steps, so the silhouette that ducked in with him nearly got the sharp end of his claws. Luckily he managed to get a glimpse of who it was and quickly stopped himself, retracting his claws that had dug into the tree's decaying bark. At least it wasn't some stranger, or worse yet, Caesar. Though under other circumstances he would have found it amusing if he got caught in the middle of a storm. He knew that he absolutely hated water, thanks to the prank he had pulled on him. He had definitely deserved it.

"Me neither. But if company is this beautiful, then I don't mind," he says with a confident twitch of his lips and a wink. Shuffling away to give her more room, he wrapped his tail around himself, trying to avoid it getting soaked. He was already, but it would just be annoying to have it hanging outside the log. "Eyestrain? Oh, you mean that jerk! Haha, that's a good one! But nah, I just found it. Would be a pretty nice hide-out, though," he glances around as he speaks, the only set-back being the small size of it compared to his body.

Greed was indeed a lady's man, though his charms weren't exclusive to women only. He could pull it off on anyone he saw fit--or at least he could most of the time. But his skills often didn't have the purest intentions behind them. He wasn't the relationship kind of guy, and while he respected females, he also saw them as means of having a good time, in other words. Really, anyone could be a good time. So the goal behind his words now weren't any different.

The panther would start to speak, about to ask her something or other, when he's interrupted by a sharp pain riding up from his tail. He yelped, jumping up only to hit his head hard on the top of the log they were sheltered in. "FUCK!" of course that was his go-to word to yell while he was in pain. Looking down at the source, he grits his teeth, too concerned to try and pry it off in case it was to only bite down harder. "Hey, let go, you lit-I mean, uh. Please?" he quickly corrects himself, not wanting to go and call Roxanne's pet or whatever it was a little shit while she was right there. That wouldn't be good and would probably only result in him being kicked out into the storm.

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There were a lot of people who acted differently than they felt, and he could be considered one of them, too. He had always felt like something was missing, like there was some hole inside him that needed to be filled. So he sought out materialistic things, like money and food. But it was still there, aching. At some point he had just accepted that it was going to be that way for a long time. At least until he reached his goals.

Greed huffs as the animal's removed from his tail, quickly scooping it up and rubbing at the marks left by Kal's teeth. Oh well, he didn't really need it, anyways. He gives her a somewhat shaky grin, simply shrugging off her apologies. "It's all good. Better than having my paw gnawed off, anyways," he jokes with a wary glance towards her pet. Needless to say, he nearly bumps his head again when it makes a move for him before being caught by Roxanne again.

Now that he was safe from it's wrath, he relaxes again, listening as she asks how he's been. "Heh, well, with all things considered, I'm pretty good. Being with a lovely lady is always nice, too," he'd never let up a chance to be flirty, after all. "And how about you? That egg doing good?" he was pretty curious to see what would hatch out of it, hopefully it would happen some time soon.

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Even if she had already noticed, he wasn't about to admit that her crocodile did kind of intimidate him. It wasn't his fault it tried to chew his tail off, it was only natural he'd be a bit distasteful towards it. But at least he wasn't full size just yet, otherwise he would have went to find some other place to hide. He feels a pang of triumph at what she refers to him as, glad to see his flirting was working thus far. But it'd only take him so far, it wasn't his first rodeo. "Oh, that's reassuring," he says with a snort upon hearing the name's meaning.

He wasn't sure if she'd be successful in training him, but he'd trust her on it. He had a feeling it wouldn't be easy to train a crocodile. Grinning smugly, he simply shrugs at what Roxanne says, a glimmer in his eyes behind his shades. "Maybe, maybe not. Who knows?" then he listens in as she starts to go over how she's been and all the recent events, nodding his head. "Well, let me know if you need any help with it. Being single mother won't be easy," he joked, but he was being serious when he offered his help. It would be neat to see what would come out of it.

As thunder rumbled overhead, he angles his neck to stare outside, watching the dark clouds pass by overhead. He wasn't sure what else to say, since he hadn't been planning on actually getting to know her or getting close in any capacity. He had planned on having a simple fling, but apparently it wasn't about to go that way. Still, as much as he tried to, he couldn't get frustrated or annoyed. Roxanne had been pretty cool so far, and he wouldn't mind possibly regarding her as an equal (friends weren't his thing or so he said). "Hey, what do you like to do? Y'know, for fun and stuff," he definitely wasn't good at making friends.

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He definitely encouraged chasing seagulls away. They were always so loud and annoying, and often times they'd fly down and agitate him. Overall they were a nuisance, and he'd give a medal to anyone who would go against their crimes. He nods, pleased to hear about her rebellion against the birds, though he would hope that they wouldn't one day retaliate somehow. It probably wouldn't be easy to get bird droppings out of such a thick pelt. "Good! The bastards deserve it. Once I was out on deck with my lunch, and one of those fuckers swooped down and grabbed it up! I was pissed, of course," he retells the story with a sour expression on his face, softly shaking his head.

Unfortunately, Greed couldn't really relate to having family. It wasn't that he had bad relatives or anything--he just didn't have any, or at least not technically. He had his 'siblings' and his 'father,' but they weren't really. They were humans that were created and there was no genetics bounding them together. Besides, they couldn't give less of a shit about him. He had been made in the first place just to carry out orders, after all. But in the end, he had gone down his own path.

"Sounds nice. Uh, you any good at it?" his voice wavered in it's luster for a moment, but it quickly returns, instead focusing on how she liked to draw. When the question was turned on him, he paused, playfully tapping his chin. "Hm, I'd have to say...drinking and partying. Those are pretty fun. Meeting people is always fun, too," he finishes with a goofy grin, adjusting himself as he started to lose feeling in his paw. Hopefully the storm would be over soon, it was definitely uncomfortable in there.

"SPEECH"