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The homunculus quietly made his way to the bar— that dog chimera said he wanted to meet up there and he couldn’t turn down a drink or two, even if this body wasn’t legal. Ling could suck it up. Taking a step in he mostly kept to himself— he wouldn’t say he was nervous so much as on edge.

Dolcetto waits patently, sitting on a stool at the bar. No one besides Roa was here and he was up in his room doing whatever Roa usually does. So, he has quite a bit of time to sit and ponder, until Greed gets here that is. 

The familiar, yet unfamiliar scent, of Greed wafts right into his nose. Alerting him that his guest was almost here.