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[Envy looks her over, noting all the injuries and the TYPES of injuries...yeah, she doesn't even have to say it. He knows she got in a fight.]

[But while he doesn't like that she got hurt, he's not exactly the poster child for not getting into fights himself. So he returns that grin with no hint of judging.]

If you look like this, he must be in the hospital.

...you need some help getting cleaned up?

[Not that he has much idea of how to clean someone up. But he does want to help...and he's got another ulterior motive too. There's something he's been meaning to ask her about, but not when other people might be around to overhear.]

Wouldn't surprise me.

Tricia fucked up his Pokemon pretty good too. Isn'that right, Trish? Ahuh, g'girl!

_{[The Manectric had circled back around to her trainer again and Heather bends down a little to pat her between the ears... leaving some rust-colored fingerprints on the canine's spiky yellow topknot in the process. She grimaces a little at the sight, looking back to Envy.]}

I guess since you caught me coming in anyway, y'might as well. You know where the first-aid shit is better than me, probably.

...yeah, I know where it is.

[He just has very very limited knowledge on how to actually use the thing. He usually just lets France patch him up or goes to the Pokemon center if he really needs to.]

C'mon, it's all in the downstairs bathroom right now.

[Because in this house, sometimes 'upstairs' is too far to run for the kit.]

Cool.

_{[She presses the kerchief back to her nose and follows him, dismissing Tricia with a slight wave of her hand.]}

Treat later, 'kay Trish? I gotta get mopped up first.

_{[The electric-type sits down obediently, tail thumping.]}

[Envy leads the way to the bathroom, crouching down to grab the first aid kit out of the sink cabinet and gesturing with one hand at her to sit down.]

Next time, you ought to invite me to all the fun.

[And he opens up the kit...and just sort of looks at it.]

[THERE'S A LOT OF STUFF IN THERE. HE SHOULD HAVE PAID MORE ATTENTION WHEN HE WAS GETTING TREATED INSTEAD OF WHINING.]

_{[She doesn't need any further urging to sit-- her feet have been killing her the whole walk back. She sits on the toilet, tugging her jacket off.]}

I woulda, but I didn't have a free hand to dial your number with.

_{[Reaching over to the sink, she twists the hot knob on until she gets a flow that she can run her fingers under. She really wants her face to stop looking like the cover of a screamo punk album.]}

'poligies in advance for bleedin' all over the floor tiles-- hey, are you okay?

_{[IS THERE A SPINARAK IN THE FIRST-AID KIT OR SOMETHING...]}

What? Yeah, of course I am.

[A SPINARAK WOULD BE EASIER.]

I just...uh. It's late, I lost focus there for a second.

[He starts pulling things out of the kit and setting them on the edge of the sink. Maybe if he sees them, it'll jog his memory.]

[But it's pretty clear that he's just taking out RANDOM ITEMS and not what he'd actually NEED to be taking out.]

_{[After a moment or so, it becomes... pretty obvious what's going on. Heather's brows lift in realization... and then a crooked smile quirks up one side of her mouth.]

[Which she covers with one hand for a couple seconds, debating whether to say anything or not.]}

... You've never used any of this shit in your life before, have you?

[OH NO, CAUGHT]

I have!

[...]

At least I've had other people use it on me. It can't be that hard.

[He's just scowling at the kit now as he keeps digging in it, in that way that just means he's embarrassed and not wanting to show it. Ugh he's been here for four and a half years he should have this human thing down by now.]

I never needed to before, I healed instantly.

_{[She's chuckling-- she just can't help it.]

[Reaching out with a bruised hand, she tries to take the box.]}

Don't worry about it.

I've patched myself up more times than I can count, in places way less comfortable than a bathroom in a nice house.

[HUFF.]

[Normally, he'd let her take it. But he's still got that question to ask her, and he's got to have an excuse to stay in here. So he hangs onto the kit.]

Nah, I can still try. You could talk me through it.

[He throws in a sheepish, still embarrassed laugh.]

I mean, I've got to learn sometime, right?

All right, if you insist.

_{[Still wearing that amused smile, she points into the box.]}

See those band-aids? The ones with the wide ends but the super thin middles? Those're called butterfly bandages. They're for cuts that are pretty small but go deep. The sticky bits hold the cut closed so that it'll heal faster.

_{[She pulls aside the shaggy mess that is her bangs, prodding at a bloody spot on her forehead.]}

Dude clocked me here pretty good and I think he had like, a ring on or something. Can you get a look and tell me if it needs one of those?

[Scooting over to get a closer look at the spot, Envy frowns a little at it, muttering:]

Hope you broke his face.

[While he's not very versed in fixing injuries, Envy sure knows all about what they look like. So he nods.]

Yeah, it looks like it does.

...do I do something else to it before I put the bandage on?

[Wash the blood off, put medicine on it? He knows other things happen first, at least.]

Well, I think I broke his nose, anyway... not the whole face, but it's right in the middle so it should count, right?

_{[She shoots Envy another bloody grin as she reaches out to wet her fingers again.]}

N'yeah, we oughta clean it off before putting it on... headwounds bleed like bitches.

Is there any Eonsporin in there? Should be in a little tube with an Eevee logo... that'll help keep it from getting infected.

Close enough.

[He grins right back at her, and goes digging in the kit for this Eonsporin stuff, since she looks like she's going to get the blood cleaned off herself. It's not long before he pulls out the tube, holding it up for her to see.]

This, right? How much do I put on?

[And he almost feels bad for bringing it up now, but...well, when else is he going to? No time like the present.]

And...hey, while we're up here. I've got something I've been meaning to ask you for a few days.

_{[She dabs at her face to clear the blood off, then rips off some toilet paper to wipe her forehead dry before the bandage goes on.]}

Just a little bit-- like a little blob--

And oh, yeah?

Sure, shoot.

_{[SHE HAS NO IDEA WHAT'S COMING.]}

[He goes ahead and blobs that eonsporin on there and carefully sticks the bandage on before he goes for it.]

So...I've noticed you've been acting kinda weird around Lust lately.

Something going on, there?

[He kind of can't help the little bit of amused smirk showing through, because Heather I'm sorry but you've made friends with a smug bastard.]

_{[Okay, whatever question she'd been expecting?]

[It hadn't been that.]

[Her eyes pop wide open, and she wastes NO TIME in launching into babbling explanations.]}

Wh-- what? Weird? What're you talking about? Nothin's going on. What would be going on?

I'm cool with Lust. We're friends. What would be weird?

[Envy just RAISES AN EYEBROW at her.]

Sooo when we were all at that castle and you were falling all over yourself talking to her, that wasn't weird at all?

...if it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure she didn't notice.

_{[A high-pitched, breathless laugh makes its way into Heather's voice, because her first impulse is to try and make like what Envy's claiming is RIDICULOUS. ABSOLUTE POPPYCOCK! HA HA. HAHAHAHA. HA...]}

Falling all over myself? Whaaat?

When did THAT happen?

We were just talking! C'mon, can't a girl talk to... you know, another girl? Without it being weird? I wasn't being weird!

So you're saying you don't have a crush on my sister?

[Although from the look on his face, he's not buying it at all. The babbling denials are really only convincing him more. THE JIG IS UP, HEATHER.]

No, I-- I mean, YES! Yes, that's what I'm saying! _{[She waves a wad of bloody tissue that she'd been mopping at her nose with around like it helps make her point.]} I'm not even gay, of course I don't have a crush on Lust! I like dudes! I'm not into girls, even ones who-- I mean, I'm not saying she's not pretty, she's GORGEOUS, I'm just-- you know...! Right? C'mon!

_{[And then she trails off, looking at him earnestly. PLS BELIEVE ME ENVY, OLD PAL.]}

[ENVY OLD PAL DOESN'T BELIEVE HER IN THE SLIGHTEST.]

Uh-huh.

You know, you could be into both. I am, it's no big deal.

And c'mon, you dropped your toast on the floor when she walked in the kitchen the other day.

_{[The face she makes at him when he fails to be moved by her powerful argument is downright sad-- especially since she still kind of looks like someone ran her over with a bike.]}

Well-- I mean, I-- I just woke up then, I was being clumsy, that's all-- I--

_{[And then she groans, dropping her face into her hands. Okay. Fine. She gives up. What's the point.]}

She's so fucking hot.

What the fuck is happening to me.

[HEATHER...]

[Envy's torn between being smug that he was totally right, amused because Heather you're hilarious, and friend r u okay? He gives her what he hopes is a reassuring pat on the shoulder.]

Heather, I'm pretty sure most people think she's hot.

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