Make up sex- wait no that's not it

[wheelchairrace]

Who: Jean Havoc wheelchairrace & Envy virulentfacade
What: Random encounters and trash talking
When: AFTER SHIT CALMS DOWN
Where: Shopping district somewhere or other
Warnings: Envy's mouth and bitches be bleeding

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[virulentfacade]

It was Havoc's turn now.

Envy had had to force himself to deal with the fucking idiot for months without ever revealing what he was. And then that Mustang had overreacted as Envy had known he would. Then his ugly and pathetic little bitch had run in to save the day because neither of them could have escaped alive otherwise. And even Greed, in all his traitorous glory, had interfered. They were so fucking weak that it was laughable. All of them were.

The homunculus had been searching for Mustang's cripple off and on in the last week or so and he was pleased to finally find him. There was a little smile creeping across Envy's features when he noticed him from a ways down the hall.

His footsteps were silent as he approached. "Still smoking? You'll die."

[wheelchairrace]

That was a voice Havoc recognized. After all that shit that had just happened, it was hard to forget. In half a second, Havoc had dropped his bag and cane and was aiming his handgun at the approaching homunculus. Are you fucking kidding? As if Havoc didn't have enough to worry about, now he was supposed to deal with this monster without back up?

Tch, he'd never should have left without Fuery, or anyone really.

"Seems to be some things around here that are a lot more dangerous than cigarettes. I get enough of that nagging from my comrades."

[virulentfacade]

The sudden reaction made Envy's smile widen. He loved that he could do this. He loved that all it took was the sight of him to set someone on edge because they knew what he was capable of. Havoc was afraid. Or was he only worried? Was he angry and hurt? At least he'd been smart enough to draw his weapon, though it would do nothing. It could wound him, but he would heal. If Havoc aimed right it could even momentarily kill him, but then he'd heal still

[wheelchairrace]

"Hey, is that any way to talk to the guy that spent half of every paycheck on you? I'm simply taking precautions."

Havoc wasn't quite scared as much as he was just trained to respond quickly to a potential threat. He was a bit on edge, sure, but it was more due to the fact that he was still pissed at himself for letting this thing play him for so long, and naturally he was pissed at the girly little monster for fucking with him just to get a rise out of the Colonel.

And even more, Havoc knew that he couldn't kill this guy for good even if he shot him right between the eyes. What a pain in the ass.

"Y'know, when you told me you were a virgin, it should have tipped me off. I've never known a virgin that can kiss like that."

Maybe distracting it with small talk will keep it from killing him.

[virulentfacade]

Envy's hands dropped at his sides.

Well.

The little homunculus' grin shrunk into a twisted smirk. So what? He had a bit of experience. He was a 400-year-old shape-shifter who'd had to infiltrate most of his life. To play your cards right sometimes you had to be willing to make sacrifices. It wasn't as if Envy had ever done it as himself. He wasn't Greed. He wasn't a pig. He didn't like going around trying to fuck everything that moved. Anything he'd ever done had been purely "business" and it had been in some other form.

When he took a few steps closer, closing the small distance between them, his arms folded over his slender abdomen. He regarded Havoc with a small tilt of his head, his violet eyes bright with pure fucking amusement.

"Doesn't it make you angry? Knowing you're following someone so fucking willing to throw you in the fire," he taunted. "It's expected of a monster. It isn't expected of him. In the end, he isn't any better than the thing he hates. He's worse. But you won't admit it, will you? None of you will. It's