IC Contact

[foolishwren]

ffzzbrrttzzckssshhhh

"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.
[Need to send Heather a private message but don't particularly wanna spam up your friendslists? Feel free to leave it here! Please include the name of the game and IC date of the message in your comment to help avoid confusion. For OOC contact, feel free to send a PM or IM the mun at Phantastus! peace out yo]

Comments

[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.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... Okay, she was... expecting some other reaction than just general defeat.]

[So she kind of stops, 'Gear in hand but not open.]</sub>

... You seriously don't even care?

[envy_the_sinners]

[Scar, meanwhile, does not see why he would.]

She has helped me out of situations far more foolish than this, and she has a way of finding out these sorts of things anyway.

[foolishwren]

_{[She looks at him a few minutes longer... then heaves a sigh and stuffs the Gear back in her pocket.]}

All right... well, if you really DON'T care...

_{[Another pause.]}

Should I leave you here for her to find and not say anything about it?

_{[SHE'S NOT GOING TO BUT SHE WANTS TO HEAR WHAT HE'LL SAY.]}

[envy_the_sinners]

[Scar stares at Heather for another long moment.]

What have I done that is so personally offensive to you that would warrant your being such an ass?

[HE LEGIT DOESN'T GET WHY YOU CAN'T JUST LET HIM OUT, HEATHER.]

[foolishwren]

_{[At that, Heather's brows shoot RIGHT up.]}

Wow.

_{[THAT IS THE FIRST TIME SHE'S HEARD HIM SWEAR. WOW. AND IT WAS TO CALL HER AN ASS. WOW.]}

[envy_the_sinners]

[Scar just kept on staring in disbelief. He had nothing more to say. Just hurry up and help him out, you strangely expressive non-child.]