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foolishwren) wrote2016-06-07 02:02 am
foolishwren) wrote2016-06-07 02:02 am
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IC CONTACT (Victory Road)
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"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or one of the Pokemon 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."
Click!
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"I see."
Because he doesn't know what else to say to that. He can't fathom it ever being a joke, even less so one he may reciprocate. Scar is so caught off his guard that he stares at the kitchen spread in a daze for several seconds before returning to
"They each have very different ideas of what it means."
That's his tasteful way of saying God in heaven I cannot even fathom...
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"Yeah, like-- I know Lust doesn't really ever make light of the subject. It's not the kind of joke I can picture her ever making-- or like... liking."
Even if Heather may not have previously considered just how poorly it would go over, it was obvious enough from the get-go that her and Envy's irreverent and frequently-absurd brand of macabre humor was not really Lust's cup of tea.
"But laughing about our own messed-up lives is kind of what led to Envy and I being friends to begin with, so..."
She gestures again, vaguely.
Full circle, weird shit.
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"Does he want soup?"
In spite of the conversation, he is still assuming that Envy would like some of the Personhood Affirming Soup.
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Then she blinks away the topic whiplash.
"Oh-- uh, I mean, if the soup tastes even half as good as it smells, I'm sure he won't say no."
The reasoning behind Scar's question has not hit her.
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Hence why this task is 1. solemn 2. sacred. And why he REALLY, REALLY HAD TO GET HOME TO DO IT.
He takes a tiny spoonful and tests it.
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Because oh! Okay yeah that made a lot of sense.
Poor Lust really hated these weekends, in a way that none of the other Homunculi that Heather had met did.
"Ooh, right. Gotcha-- I'll ask him."
Her tone, as she says this, is soft and understanding of the weight of Scar's task. It's a gesture of considerable kindness and compassion, especially when it's being extended to someone that Scar isn't even all that fond of. Heather Gets It, and appreciates it.
Getting up with a scrape of chair legs on linoleum, she heads back over to the kitchen entrance, leans out to face the stairwell... and YELLS.
"HEY ENVY! IT'S SOUP TIME! PS-PS-PS!!"
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He and Heather don't stick around one another like glue quite as much as they had in the immediate years following their revelations about a particular psychic demon from the Pacific northwest. He's still never appeared since. But the house is a good solid base to be able to know where to check in on each other at a regular time, and being around when she'll need to sleep is not negotiable as far as he's concerned.
And goofing around with his powers with her is a fun special treat they only get twice a year!
The Soup Smells have been wafting through the house for a while now, but he wasn't exactly sure he was going to be welcome to ask for some of Scar's soup on a day where he doesn't even get hungry. But when Heather yells him down, he's on his way! Girlfriend home yippee!
"COMING!"
He doesn't actually realize that Scar's still in the kitchen as he saunters down the stairs towards her.
"I saw the flying bus with the face again today. Also, is the soup a secret self-defense ploy because I haven't gotten in the shower yet and I'm still--"
He reaches where she's standing, still not looking in the kitchen...and then sneaks one arm over her shoulder to mash his very cold death hand on the back of her neck, grinning widely.
"--a frost zombie!"
Well Scar that answers your question about whether or not Envy enjoys the zombie joke!
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Which, for her, it absolutely was.
"Yeah, he wants soup."
As though Scar couldn't also hear... everything that had been shouted.
But what happens next (Envy's hand popping through the doorway and planting itself FIRMLY on her neck) turns her easygoing smile into a wide-eyed grimace and she jolts in place with a muffled squeal that's only a note or two away from being audible only to dogs.
"ENVY I will put YOU in the soup!"
Whipping around, she snatches up the nearest soft, thwappable object to her-- a dish towel hanging from the fridge door-- and starts SMACKING him with it. THWAP THWAP THWAP.
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"Hello, Envy."
Because something about this makes him want to announce himself, however mildly. Scar takes five bowls down from the cabinet and starts ladeling out The Soop.
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"Oh my god oh no, you're a cannibal and calling me down was a TRICK--"
He's started to try and move around Heather, making him more visible in the doorway with one arm loosely up in front of his head as a shield from the dish towel. He's definitely looking much more at ease and genuinely affectionate than he generally does when Scar's anywhere nearby!
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Envy freezes in place for a moment. SEEN.
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"Oh, so it's your soup. Heather, you can't put me in his soup he's definitely not a cannibal."
He mentally counts the bowls that Scar's taking down, spotting a recovery exit, "Should I go find Lust and Henry too?"
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Unlike Envy, she has very little shame about flaunting her Annoying Sibling brand of affection in front of Scar (although she is perhaps reining it in a little-- if their tentatively friendly relationship was a little more progressed, she might have turned to Scar herself and started listing off the benefits of including Envy in the soup, such as "adds body to the flavor" and "it would be funny"), so she just says:
"One of these days I'll be the one making the soup and then you're going right in the pot with all the carrots and potatoes. That would warm you up."
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"Nobody is going in the soup."
As if it's even really a?? Question??? Scar isn't bothered by the antics on display. He's simply... perturbed.
Baffled, even.
"Fetch Henry," he says, unhelpfully vague. He's gone through WAY too much to not deliver the Species Affirming Soup to Lust himself.
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Envy doesn't even mind Scar witnessing stupid antics. Just...the genuine antics and affection uncloaked from several layers of anime villain. Scar can't see him laugh for real that's for after max friendship hearts only!!
He needs to leave and come back, it's the only way to recover. Good thing he can go fetch Henry. You weren't that vague though Scar he knows why he's only been assigned to go looking for Henry.
"Sure, sure, I'll go look for him. I bet he's in the ogre hut."
HE SPINS ON HIS HEEL AND THERE HE GOES. SOCIAL RESET.
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Heather sticks her tongue out at Envy as he leaves without even thinking, then remembers herself and puts it away before turning back to Scar and his collection of already-filled soup bowls.
It's a beautiful sight and the gnawing emptiness of a full day of hands-on mosterfighting hits her stomach instantly.
"--Thanks, by the way. For dinner I mean."
Because he doesn't technically have to share-- especially on These Weekends where not everybody in the house even needs to eat. She'd been assuming it was going to be a 'horf-down-some-pizzarolls' night for her and Henry at the very least.
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Not worth it.
He metes out portions in each bowl and turns off the stove. The rest of cleanup will come later, after he's collapsed in privacy and given Lust the soup he's been desperately trying to get to her since this morning.
Scar finds Heather's eyes for a moment and offers little more than a small nod.
"You're a good shot."
Or: Thanks again, for whatever the fuck that was.