fma – Ginger's Art n Junk

phantomrose96:

Crack headcanon (after seeing this) that Greed’s compulsive need to possess things doesn’t stop when he’s got a little bit of everything. He’s more of an all-of-one-thing-at-a-time kinda guy.

Like he and his chimeras hear about this thrift store over the radio. And they walk in and it’s just awful filthy clothes, awful filthy furniture, awful filthy knick-knacks as far as the eye can see. And Roa comes over like “See anything you want, boss?” And Greed nods once. “What do you think?” Roa sighs, defeated, and goes to fetch the wheelbarrows.

Several stores in Dublith have “going out of business, everything must go” sales over the years. They all talk. They all know that if they ever have such a sale, some weird guy in a puffy vest and sunglasses will show up with a posse of thugs just to…buy everything. Book store? Cleaned out. Lawn care accessories? Gone. Wig shop? You bet your ass puffy vest dude is leaving with 200 neon colored wigs.

One day when there’s not much going on, Dolcetto suggests they visit the pound. (He likes watching the dogs, okay? It’s normal.) And Greed tags along because he’s bored too, until he sees this little girl and her family adopt a puppy. He finds an employee, points to the cages all “…Are those for sale?” And the lady working there nods. “Yup. In fact we need them to get adopted. We’ve been having issues finding homes for them, and they have to get put down if no one takes them. We’ve lowered the price to 100 cenz per dog” Greed thinks about this, crosses his arms, nods. “Give me all of them.”

They expand the lair to this abandoned chunk of lawn that used to be part of a now-foreclosed house. No one knows why there are suddenly 50 dogs living in this lot, but the strange tattooed folk who come and go keep them fed and exercised. One of these thugs gets down on all fours and runs around with them, and that strange guy with the sunglasses and pointy teeth likes sitting in the center of the dogpile letting the dogs climb over him and lick his face while he declares, “Yes! I own all of you!” so generally people aren’t too worried for the health and well-being of the dogs.