It's the universe's little equivalent exchange for Heather not caving Scar's skull in with a lamp the night he came in their window.
No one is actually...?
Envy stares a moment. Then begins crawling over the back of the couch in earnest, reaching for the 'gear. He'd only really seen the words 'booty hole' leap off the screen into his eyeballs because how could he possibly see anything else around them when they were right there? He needs to find out what Scar thinks people aren't actually doing.
Once he's snatched the 'Gear up off the couch, he doesn't climb all the way over to sit normally. Envy hasn't sat normally one single time in his entire long life. He just stays draped over the back, one leg hanging down and the other knee bent up under him, propping himself up with one arm. He's an accomplished single-thumb scroller by now, so he flips back up to the top of the article quickly.
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No one is actually...?
Envy stares a moment. Then begins crawling over the back of the couch in earnest, reaching for the 'gear. He'd only really seen the words 'booty hole' leap off the screen into his eyeballs because how could he possibly see anything else around them when they were right there? He needs to find out what Scar thinks people aren't actually doing.
Once he's snatched the 'Gear up off the couch, he doesn't climb all the way over to sit normally. Envy hasn't sat normally one single time in his entire long life. He just stays draped over the back, one leg hanging down and the other knee bent up under him, propping himself up with one arm. He's an accomplished single-thumb scroller by now, so he flips back up to the top of the article quickly.
Then turns to look at Scar.
Back at the article.
Back at Scar.
"...no one?"
Y'know. Just to make sure he heard that right.