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[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

Comments

[virulentfacade]

Envy's eyes narrowed slightly, though not in anger--more amusement. The gun wasn't far from his face and he could have easily changed that. He could snap Havoc's arm in half. He could spin around and kick the gun right out of his hand. It would be all too easy to kill the cripple, if that had been his aim. But it wasn't this time. This idiot just wasn't worth killing. Not when he was so fucking pathetic left alive.

The homunculus didn't miss the finger's light movement on that trigger.

"Hughes. Do you know how I killed him?" The smirk on Envy's face was still there and it wasn't going to leave. "I shot him. It didn't take long for him to die. You're all so easy to kill. Your precious Mustang would have died if that bitch hadn't interfered unfairly. Even now I could kill you. What makes any of you maggots think you're worth anything?"

Envy stepped one foot closer so that the end of the gun now was no more than a foot away, maybe less. He cocked his head to the side again. He was waiting. If Havoc shot him, it wouldn't make any difference. Envy's stones were in full force and he'd regenerate within seconds. And then he'd get the little fucker.