there's bullets flying through the air [OPEN]
Who: Envyyyy (virulentfacade) & anyone ever
What: busy being a bitch for no reason other than because he's Envy
When: Nnoowwww
Where: one of the corridors with lots of stores
Warnings: it's Envy
The Devil's Nest was boring this time of day (in reality, it was always boring, but it was even more boring than usual when it was dead). Envy had left it and Greed behind, unwilling to listen to the idiot more than he had to. As comfortable as he was in the other homunculus' presence he couldn't always be there the babysit him. There were things he had to do. People he had to kill! Greed would have to survive on his own for just a few hours without Envy there.
He didn't usually take the journey through this populated area of the ship, what with the people running from store to store, buying candy and costumes and decorations at the last minute for their stupid holiday. Envy had already planted poisoned candies and razor-filled fudge throughout the ship, but the children who ate them wouldn't suffer until tomorrow night. Envy needed instant gratification now. It helped, momentarily, when he tripped a small child running after its mother. The bag of decorations it had been carrying spilled everywhere for people to step on, and the little brat wailed.
Envy, snickering to himself at the level of pathetic, continued on.
What: busy being a bitch for no reason other than because he's Envy
When: Nnoowwww
Where: one of the corridors with lots of stores
Warnings: it's Envy
The Devil's Nest was boring this time of day (in reality, it was always boring, but it was even more boring than usual when it was dead). Envy had left it and Greed behind, unwilling to listen to the idiot more than he had to. As comfortable as he was in the other homunculus' presence he couldn't always be there the babysit him. There were things he had to do. People he had to kill! Greed would have to survive on his own for just a few hours without Envy there.
He didn't usually take the journey through this populated area of the ship, what with the people running from store to store, buying candy and costumes and decorations at the last minute for their stupid holiday. Envy had already planted poisoned candies and razor-filled fudge throughout the ship, but the children who ate them wouldn't suffer until tomorrow night. Envy needed instant gratification now. It helped, momentarily, when he tripped a small child running after its mother. The bag of decorations it had been carrying spilled everywhere for people to step on, and the little brat wailed.
Envy, snickering to himself at the level of pathetic, continued on.