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[foolishwren]

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"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or Godzilla ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something. I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
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[envy_the_sinners]

[Hello, Heather, how is your day going? Pretty good? Well, it's about to get a little more interesting.

See your room? Everything is exactly how it was when you last left it, but you may notice the (familiar?) Zangoose sitting in the middle of your floor and cackling to herself. Now look up. There is a man in your window. No, he is not standing outside it looking in. He is, quite literally, in your window. As if he was trying to climb in, and the damn thing suddenly shut on his back and got him stuck.

What does he want? How did he get there? What is this world coming to? You will just have to ask, though it is very likely that he won't be too pleased to see you.]

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[Okay so, Heather doesn't have a room so much as she just rolls out her sleeping bag in the office with Henry, assuming they don't just flop right down in the living room.]

[So when she walks in to grab her 'Gear from her bag, and finds Amit standing among the general mess that is her and Henry's sleeping space... she doesn't feel PERSONALLY alarmed so much as ".... What the fuck."]

[Which is exactly what she says.]

[Out loud.]</sub>

What the fuck.

[envy_the_sinners]

[Scar's eyes widen when the door opens, but it's almost a relief when it's Heather. Sorting through the list of people who could of found him like this, she is likely the ideal option.

That doesn't mean he wanted to be found at all, though.

Scar stares at Heather, deadpan for several moments before simply saying:]

Please help me.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[She's only the ideal option because you don't know her well enough yet, Scar.]

[And she stares straight back, slowly bringing her arms up to fold.]

[The question of 'Why is Lust's boyfriend stuck in my window?' is not one that she intended to be answering tonight.]</sub>

... In a minute.

First tell me what the hell you're doing.

[envy_the_sinners]

[Scar rolls his eyes as if it were obvious.]

Attempting to come inside.

[foolishwren]

... So, like, the front door didn't occur to you?

[envy_the_sinners]

It did, though I was not fond of the possibility of Envy answering it.

[foolishwren]

So because one person in a house of-- _{[She pauses briefly to count on her fingers.]} ... Five people might answer the door, you choose to break in instead.

Also, Envy's like four feet tall.

What could he do to stop you coming inside?

[envy_the_sinners]

I have no wish to interact with him.

[He is AWARE that he could very easily step on Envy, that is part of the reason to AVOID him.]

[foolishwren]

Well, too bad, he's Lust's brother, you kinda just gotta suck it up and DEAL with it.

_{[Puff. SHE'S NOT ENTIRELY SURE WHY SHE'S SO ANNOYED AT CATCHING SCAR MID-BREAK-IN. ... Oh, no, actually she knows.]}

Look, are you here to see Lust?

[envy_the_sinners]

I do not have to do anything.

[And she is not her brother, but Scar will never be caught dead saying that out loud. He glances off to the side, choosing to scowl at the wall, instead.]

I was under the impression that this was her window, yes.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Okay, so like, that would be cute if Lust and Scar were starcrossed high-school students living out an angsty, teenage forbidden love that their families had condemned.]

[But they're not, and Lust's family is really only mildly disapproving along the lines of "Ugh, THIS guy?" at worst.]

[So it's not.]</sub>

Are you aware that that's fuckin' creepy?

[envy_the_sinners]

[Heather, that description is frighteningly accurate. Scar's eyes threaten to roll into the back of his head.]

I told her I was coming.

[They have an extremely weird sense of personal boundaries.]

[foolishwren]

_{[For a second, bafflement joins irritation in Heather's expression. Because... uh.......????]}

... She's not even home, dude.

Are you sure?

[envy_the_sinners]

She told me she would be back by now.

[Why does she feel the need to be so damn nosy? It seemed like a pretty simple concept to him.]

Are you going to help me, or not?

[The bitter Zangoose has fallen silent, and is staring at Scar with a knowing smirk.]

[foolishwren]

Well. She's not. I'm the only one home right now.

And I think I'm well within my rights to be alarmed at finding a big muscular dude trying to crawl through MY window when I'm home alone.

<sub>[She's actually not alarmed at all. Scar is only terrifying in the context that she's secretly head over heels for his girlfriend and he could probably punch her halfway to the moon if he thought she was gonna make a move or something.]

[Re: any OTHER conflict? PSHT. SHE CAN TAKE 'EM. The godslayer fears no man!]</sub>

Maybe you'd know which window was hers if you came over like a normal person sometimes and stopped sneaking around like weirdo.

[envy_the_sinners]

If things were the way I preferred, I would not have to come here at all. I made one mistake once, I do not need to be lectured by a child.

[lol Scar she's not a child.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[WHOA NOW. WHOA.]

[RUDE.]</sub>

Excuse me?

I'm twenty-two.

[envy_the_sinners]

[Scar stares at Heather like she's just sprouted another head.

Lust is 22. There is no way Heather could possibly be the same age. After a moment of dumb staring, he finds his ground, again.

Except not, because he's still dangling in the fucking window.]

Regardless, I do not need to be lectured.

[foolishwren]

You got stuck in a window while trying to sneak into somebody else's house.

Obviously you do.

[envy_the_sinners]

I was not sneaking, somebody knew that I was coming!

[You were sneaking, moron.]

[foolishwren]

So you're saying that if I called Lust right now and told her you were stuck in my window when she wasn't home, that 100% wouldn't be something she'd talk to you about maybe not doing?

[envy_the_sinners]

That is not what I said at all.

[He's going to be so bruised, tomorrow...]

[foolishwren]

Okay.

So it's okay to call Lust, then?

_{[SHE IS PULLING OUT HER GEAR.]}

[envy_the_sinners]

[Scar's face of bewildered resignation makes it clear that he actually does not care. He makes a motion something l like a shrug, limited given his current situation.]