(Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. You know, for someone who's convinced I can't write Greed, I sure write about him a lot. I suppose there's a difference between these and anything serious, or with a plot.)

Father stood before his seat. Today was a little more eventful than usual, with one Elric brother coming in through the door and the other literally bursting out of Gluttony. But some good had come out of it. He did have a new Greed. Already Greed and Envy were arguing like normal. Envy had come back just as Greed was leaving the room.

"Hey! Where are you going?!" Envy called out.

That was a good question actually. Father wanted Greed underground.

"To get a new outfit!" Greed snapped back. "You might not know style, but I do." A pause. "And no prince! We're not getting anything yellow!"

"You're leaving and talking to that human? You're not supposed to argue with the body's old owner!"

Father had to agree with that too. Envy was surprisingly on top of it today. Maybe they should get eaten by Gluttony more often. Either way, Greed had gotten some unorthodox ideas from humans last time, if he kept talking to this one it would happen all over again.

"I'll argue with whoever I want," Greed said. "And that's not you."

He tried to walk out of the room. Envy grabbed Greed and leaned back. They obviously weren't using all their weight or both homunculi would've fallen over, but Greed certainly couldn't move now.

"You can't leave. Father wants you to be down here," Envy said, waving a hand at Father.

Father didn't immediately respond. Greed just wanted to leave to get clothes. So if he had new clothes he might stay willingly, and it would put some distance between him and the human too. Maybe.

Greed laughed. "Doesn't look like Father cares to me."

"Actually, I do," Father corrected. "I need you to stay down here, or at least in the building." Father walked forward. "However, I can do something about your other problem."

As Father walked forward he created some new clothes for Greed with alchemy. He wasn't exactly sure what Greed wanted, but he didn't care. The clothes resembled what the other homunculi wore and that would work.