OPEN ⤧ lazy gun messed up my television fun; shoot the shotgun but the war's never won.

[prayforprey]

Who: prayforprey & YOU.
What: GENKAKU'S FINALLY ACCEPTING VISITORS.
When: Anytime? If you want something specific, lemme know.
Where: 3-2.
Warnings: Language, intense lulz and stupid situations, etc.
OTHER: Genkaku is still on probation, so he won't be leaving 3-2. This is totally open to any of the roommates, especially if you want to backlog him meeting

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[virulentfacade]

[the entire past week had been a nuisance that Envy never wanted to do again. although he'd gotten what he wanted. he'd kept something from Hohenheim. that made it worth everything.

now that Ed was back, the chances of Hohenheim hunting Badou down were slimmer. anything that happened after this wasn't Envy's problem because he'd done as he'd promised: he'd kept that idiot smoker safe from the old bastard's harm.

so now he's escorting the little shit back to cabin 3-2 where he's said he lives and as they approach the door, Envy glances back at him with a frown that says you're such a pain in my ass.]

[nicotine_patch]

[have a blatantly nervous grin back, Envy!]

[being on the run has never felt this fucking anxiety-producing, and Badou produces anxiety as well and often as he produces smoke]

[taking a shit was the worst. he expected Envy to just claw out his brains every time he asked for a potty break]

[3-2 isn't really home, but it's got company he much prefers, at least]

WWW-WW-WW DOT HAT DO YOU WWW-WW-WW DOT ANT? YOU A COPCOPCOPCOPCOPCOP?

[aaaah, the door, he didn't miss the door at all!]

[RAMS his foot into it, not even bothering to try and open it normally anymore]

[it lets out a horrible noise, talks about www.nofuckingcops.com, and jutters open miserably]

[crunch! that's the sound of his foot back on familiar ground, where he can shit where he wants]

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[ he knows those sounds. they aren't the same as they were in the shackshop, No Keypass Needed, but the heavylight boots in crunching glass and general shift of air announcing the presence are clear. ]

[ the smirk that quirks on his mouth suddenly is a little too telling. ]

[ but ah, we got company is always a good reason to not give the usual greeting, where instead he offers the lanky man a freshly lit cigarette and sizes Envy up with half-mast eyes. ]

[ it's the first time he's seen him in person, after all. ]

Somebody looks irritable.

[ which is probably an understatement, knowing as much as he does about both men. ]

[virulentfacade]

[there's a general look of disgust when Envy realizes who else is in the cabin and he resists the urge to leave. the sight of the monk in person makes the little homunculus clench his jaws in a sneer.

Badou failed to mention who his roommate was. that it was the annoying piece of shit who thought he knew everything when he didn't. he thought he was some fucking godsend. like he could understand Envy or anything about him.

his cat-like eyes are narrowed so that the violet in them is harder to see and he keeps behind Badou, as if using him like a human shield]

I didn't know the smoker had a pet.

[nicotine_patch]

[Badou flashes a gnashing grin at the monk, for once happy to be in the crossfire]

[he answers Envy amicably]

Huhn? Oh, he followed me home one evenin', couldn't shake 'im. Ooh, for me?

[the last is directed at the cigarette, which he plucks from the other man's guitar-chomped fingers as he collapses on the couch next to him]

[he's been making them stretch, with Envy, making a situation already all strung up in electric tightrope even more down to the wire, and this cigarette is a goddamned delicious godsend, Genkaku never buys the cheap crap, not like he does]

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[ there's just something of a snorted chuckle to the trade-off, not outright confirming or denying the "accusation" on his side. of all people to be stuck with, he's more than happy to share the bomb-shelter of this space, and no snide chides will change that. ]

[ when Badou goes down, the monk goes up. the undergrounder he can explore at will and interest; Envy is a rarer treat, and the homunculus being on both neutral and new territory tips the circumstance just a touch in his favor. ]

[ he circles the shortest, checking him up and down like a predator, edging himself between him and the beat-down door. ]

[ all he produces, at length, is; ]

Nice skirt.

[virulentfacade]

[any other time and Envy would correct him. he'd tell him that it's a fucking skort and that there's a difference. but he isn't in that kind of mood. not when the bastard's circling him like a vulture. all it'll take is one strike through the monk's heart and he'll be dead for a week or two.

his fingers itch to transform into something. claws. a blade. anything. something he can use to threaten the monk into staying the fuck away

but he's not worth the trouble.]

I'll break your fucking knees. You'll fall beneath me where you belong.

[it's said in a hiss, and Envy watches him. what had been simply annoyance at Badou is starting to trickle toward anger.]

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[ -- and Envy's right back into the game. this is a mask he's seen before, beneath the snarling, shitty veneer, but it's still not quite real. it's still not what he wants out of the man. ]

[ he'll only push so many buttons while they're in Badou's presence; it's not for the sake of his own safety or not wanting to share, but a tip of his hat to the fox without a tail. ]

[ coolly, he leans a shoulder against the frame of the door (not out of bounds of his incarceration) and folds his arms, serving entirely to make him look thicker: an animalistic billow while the one before him bristles. ]

That's an awful long way to fall, Cap.

[ and behind his lips, his tongue scrapes the part of his teeth. ]

B'sides, any wounds to the knee are kinda already promised to someone else.

[ his gaze doesn't move from the homunculus, despite the statement. ]

[virulentfacade]

[it was starting to feel like he was trapped. it wasn't true. not really. if he wanted to get out and the monk still stood in the way, he'd break through him. it was that he was standing so close to the door and Envy would have to walk directly next to him to get out that did it.

he's completely turned to face him now and his shoulders are a little hunched as if his arms are too heavy for him. if he'd have known the monk lived here, he'd have let Badou come back on his own.

Envy doesn't know what the fuck the monk's talking about and he doesn't care.]

What do you want?

[the sneer's still there. behind it's the edge of an anxious animal ready to pounce if it feels threatened enough. he's perfectly aware that Badou's still at his back, but it isn't the idiot that's bothering him.]

Your little smoker's safe. Get out of my way.

[nicotine_patch]

[the redhead on the couch is too busy enjoying his (delicious, delicious!) cigarette to give much of a fuck over the clashing egos of the men in front of him, but as the mood suddenly turns heavy enough to bring down even ash -- he realises too late this scene could turn awful nasty]

[he doesn't say anything, fingers curling around rolled paper, eye flickering between them cautiously and curiously -- what does Genkaku want from Envy?]

[after another moment, he crosses long legs -- a spastic nutshot from that batshit immortal could lodge his dick in his fuckin' clavicle]

[prayforprey]

An' I guess I got you to thank for that, aah?

[ but Badou isn't what he's after here. what does he want? just to see what's under his skin, just to see what he can actually get out of the man, just to see how -- different they are, with so many years between them. it's curiosity without the caution; it's examining how deep the depravity can go when you've got that many years on your back. ]

[ Genkaku would sooner believe it was that weight hunkering down his shoulders more than the situation itself. ]

[ and, besides -- he's got pretty kitty eyes. ]

So why'd you do it, anyway?

[ he already knows the answer, told to him by both the man on the couch and his own surmised intuition, but the real motivation isn't as important as the response straight out of Envy's mouth. ]

[virulentfacade]

It's none of your fucking concern.

[the words are venomous as they come out the instant the monk's finished speaking. because as far as Envy's concerned, the situation doesn't involve the man at all. it was an opportunity for Envy do to something that, once Hohenheim found out, would infuriate him.

whether or not this was his Hohenheim, it was a Hohenheim. and this one was no different than his own. from the words he said to the actions he made, he was the same. it barely hurt any less.

it was none of the monk's fucking business. Zexion didn't know. Ritsuka didn't know. Sakura didn't know. only Greed knew, and that was how Envy wanted it to stay.

Envy hasn't moved from his spot more than half an inch to shift his weight; standing still wasn't ever comfortable for him. too much could happen if you stood still long enough to stop paying attention. the only part of his body truly changing was his face. his eyes as they narrowed and his mouth as it twisted with bitterness whenever he spoke. or didn't.]

[prayforprey]

[ Genkaku never minded what was his concern and what wasn't, either way. the things he knew were always attained through dubious means, whether or not they were his to attain or not. if he wanted to know it, he would -- even worse if he already had a fair idea. ]

[ the door behind him fizzles electronically before temporary shorting out. the situation must just be too intense for it even. ]

[ but now's not the time to go shoving buttons. not when there are things that could be destroyed and a death that's his and his alone in the way. even still, Envy has done them a favor. ]

[ favors should be returned in kind, and this is what makes the man step aside. his stride loses some of its edge as he walks back around and sits on the couch next to Badou, giving a quick grin. ]

There's liquor in the cabinet if you need it. Have a drink. You've been with him a week, another ten can't hurt, yeah?

[ fingers grope the air for the cigarette to be passed back. ]

[nicotine_patch]

[Badou feels some of the tension drain out of his frame at Genkaku's standing down, but keeps the cigarette out of the monk's reach for another few seconds, turning his head and dragging deeply]

[as he twists away, he presses a too-sharp elbow into Genkaku's side, less for space and more to be annoying]

The shit? For all you know he thinks'a me as his very first Who Wants to Be a Millionaire lifeline. Asshole.

[to Envy, still holding the cigarette hostage]

-- I do owe ya one, an' all. The good shit's under the sink, if you want.

[virulentfacade]

[the expression Envy makes is a lot of confusion with some surprise. like he's just been handed an award for being the world's nicest guy. they were asking him to stay and drink? like he was some human. like he was one of them. or like he was Greed.]

What?

[because it's the first thing he can think of to say. he hasn't turned to face them on the couch entirely. it's more a half-turn so that he can watch them without looking over his shoulder. the incredulous look on his face is still there. his fingers are curling dangerously tight at his sides.]

You--

[there wasn't any proper way to reply to that coming from Envy that didn't include throwing something. what even made them think that a taste of some shitty alcohol would make them even?

he forces the anger to slowly seep away when he uncurls his fingers and relaxes the tension from his shoulders.]

I'd never sink so low.

1/2

[prayforprey]

[ the jut into his side doesn't make him shift - only give a little 'oof' of air from his mouth as he takes on the battle. checking the arm back into the cushions of the couch, it's a loose flick to the corner of his jaw that only steals his attention enough to snatch the cigarette back. ]

You, a "lifeline". That's almost cute.