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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 grinds his teeth together, keeping some semblance of a normal scowl. Even Envy's flippancy on the subject is an offense, in its own way. The subject isn't one to be taken lightly. His stare all but says as much. Now you know.

In an attempt to End the matter, Scar lowers himself back onto the couch, glances down at his phone, and--

"Oh God--"

He had already forgotten about booty hole. Scar visibly flinches.

[exeggutorhead]

Unfortunately for Scar, Envy is outwardly flippant about...many things that he probably shouldn't be. He and Heather have that in common. But the message was received, even so: Scar's Real Name Is Not Funny To Joke About.

He does relax farther out of being ready to dodge a punch as Scar sits back down, and while he doesn't climb all the way back over the way he had been before, the flinch DOES get him to lean a little more forward to look at the screen, resting his chin on his hand. Ah right, the terrible article....booty hole...he makes a face at the word.

"Nobody says that."

The bit about the kitchen table is also still on the screen from just before Whoops! Bad joke!

Surely the vibes could be smoothed over with another, different joke!

"The kitchen table is safe from my depravity though. Too short."

[officerdown]

"I am perfectly aware that nobody says that," Scar says evenly as he scowls down at his 'gear. He's desperately trying to close the page, but his broad thumb bumps a link to what his Sun sign can tell him about finding his soulmate this Summer.

Envy is still talking. Scar's eyes dart to the kitchen table in question, then over to Envy, then back to the table, where his attention lingers.

"That you are."

The emphasis on you is so subtle that it's plausibly deniable. A slip of the tongue. A ghost of warning shot.