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[exeggutorhead]

"Hey, this is Envy. I'm busy or not around, so say whatever you want here and I might get back to you about it."

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[officerdown]

Scar doesn't even hear the comment about the table. The comment about the table does not exist. It is nebulous syllables floating impotently past his ears.

His face is one of skeptical confusion, pointed and gruff. The implication that Envy might know his name is on its own more than enough for the needle to slip off Scar's train of thought. The only place it's been written is kept safe and hidden among Lust's things. It isn't, nor has it ever been, something anyone in this house, or anywhere else, for that matter, should know. Deserves to know.

Envy is lying.

This is the very first thought Scar's brain fires off. It's a good thought. A reasonable thought, he presumes. Because the only time in his living memory it is ever so much as uttered is