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[oncenatalie]

Of course she's the luckiest girl in the world. Sure, Clash at the Demonhead has had better days. You know, when it was still a real band. And the tour's still ruined, and Todd's still a pile of coins and Lynette's still a cheating bitch

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[thebigbadex]

Everything happens for a reason. Lately, it's mostly because Gideon Graves says so. He's the brains of the outfit; he knows the answer to everything. But not even he can deal with nearly half of the League exploding into a torrential downpour of currency, Scott Pilgrim still having quite the influence over his darling Ramona, and the reality that eventually? If this keeps up? It's going to be his turn to step up and fight man-to-man.

Not that he's afraid or anything. Just anxious. Part of him wants to get it done and over with, just to prove that he's the best. Another part just doesn't feel like putting in the effort, okay?

And in traditional Gideon fashion, in order to shut up the conflicts in his mind, he does what he does best - starts work on another project to keep himself busy. Good luck getting through to that.

There's plenty of downtime - since the TCAD tour was an absolute bust due to the wrench Pilgrim throw in the gears. But whatever. He can get through this

[oncenatalie]

Envy's never been particularly good at waiting, and she's pretty sure that she sees someone inside the apartment. But it's dark and the streetlights aren't worth crap right now, so she's not quite sure. Nonetheless, her heart skips a beat when her phone starts buzzing in her pocket that somehow managed to be a part of that tiny dress of hers.

Gideon? She starts to feel stupid. Of course she hadn't called to see if he was actually home or not. Chances are he could still be at his office working on the plans for the Toronto theater. She opens up her phone and tries her best to sound as sultry as she can.

"Hey, baby," she practically purrs into her receiver, twisting the end of her ponytail around her finger as if she's fifteen years old and Gideon is her first boyfriend. "I was just about to check in on you. You're not too busy with work, right? I was thinking we could stay in, maybe watch a movie or two." And then, in a sort of sing-song voice: "I have a bottle of Alfred Gratien with our name on it." (She'd been hooked on it since

[thebigbadex]

"I figured," he cuts her off. Filter? What's that? If she can't hear the frown in his voice, then obviously she isn't paying much attention. He scratches at his head, leaning back in his chair.

"Natalie. I'm always busy. Especially now. And do you have any idea what time it is? Or what people will say when they've spotted you lurking outside of my place?"

[oncenatalie]

Ouch.

She knows he's an important man and that important people will always have insane amounts of work to do, but she hasn't been shot down by anyone since she became Envy. The last time she was shut down, she was--Natalie.

She decides that she can't admit defeat. Sure, she shouldn't have to work so hard to spend time with her boyfriend--if that's what he could be called anyway. She's sure that he's her boyfriend. He wouldn't have looked out for her this way if he wasn't.

"Don't be like that," she says, still all purring and sultry. "I'm a big girl now. I can sleep whenever I like. And let them assume what they want. We don't have to explain ourselves to anybody."