[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!
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.]
[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.]
[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.
[Envy pulls out that Eonsporin tube again to start getting that on the scrapes, cleaning them with water first when they need it. And he at least knows how to use regular band-aids. Even if the way he fumbles with the peel-offs betray how unused to them he is.]
[He figures she'll tell him if he's doing something wrong.]
Stuff like feelings, or stuff like just attraction?
[He's got the right idea, so she'll let him go on.]
[She's too busy bemoaning the fact that her sex drive randomly decided to pop back up again after being more or less dormant for years on end.]
[In fact, she looks a little confused for a moment, brows deeply furrowed.]
... I... I didn't really... realize there was a difference.
[It's both a confession and a total realization-- she's had crushes aplenty, friends who she would readily admit that she loved in a way that went beyond friendship-- but she never was aware of their bodies like this.]
The... latter, I guess? I-- I mean... I don't know her that well, you know? As a person. I like her and everything! But-- yeah, I mean-- it wasn't till-- I mean, she kinda like... [Her voice drops to a mumble, as though Lust might be pressed to the door listening or something. God, Heather hopes she's not home.]
[He nods to the first part; that at least he knows the answer to.]
Well yeah, I mean...they can happen together obviously, but not every time. I started out just being attracted to France, all the mushy feelings and shit came later.
[...wait that might not be at all reassuring shit]
Not that--it's not for sure that it'd turn out like that for YOU, but--
[He just stops talking before he digs the pit further and focuses on the bandaids for a moment. He hopes for Heather's sake that it STAYS at just attraction, because Lust is definitely taken and Envy's pretty sure she hasn't even remotely considered the idea of dating a woman.]
...you've been dealing with it for that long, though?
[Yeah, Heather is... not even remotely entertaining the idea that she has a chance with Lust. Even if she wasn't taken, Heather's pretty sure the lady's straight as an arrow.]
Well, if dealing with it is the right word to use...
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Just a little bit-- like a little blob--
And oh, yeah?
Sure, shoot.
[SHE HAS NO IDEA WHAT'S COMING.]
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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.]
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[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?
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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.
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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!
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[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.]
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[And then she trails off, looking at him earnestly. PLS BELIEVE ME ENVY, OLD PAL.]
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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.
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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.
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[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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I could always TELL she was hot, I'm not BLIND, but like-- ... I dunno! It got different!
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[Envy is only slightly more qualified to talk about crushes than he was to administer first aid.]
[But speaking of which, she does still look like she lost a fight with a lawnmower.]
Hey, don't worry, it's...emotions are weird. Trust me, I know.
You wanna tell me about it while I keep trying to fix your war wounds?
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[She heaves a sigh and holds out her arm, where there's various scrapes in need of band-aids.]
Okay, so like...
I guess it started on New Year's?
Since we were sharing a room, and there were two beds and obviously she and Scar weren't gonna share one...
Nothing happened, I just-- started noticing stuff...!
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[He figures she'll tell him if he's doing something wrong.]
Stuff like feelings, or stuff like just attraction?
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[She's too busy bemoaning the fact that her sex drive randomly decided to pop back up again after being more or less dormant for years on end.]
[In fact, she looks a little confused for a moment, brows deeply furrowed.]
... I... I didn't really... realize there was a difference.
[It's both a confession and a total realization-- she's had crushes aplenty, friends who she would readily admit that she loved in a way that went beyond friendship-- but she never was aware of their bodies like this.]
The... latter, I guess? I-- I mean... I don't know her that well, you know? As a person. I like her and everything! But-- yeah, I mean-- it wasn't till-- I mean, she kinda like... [Her voice drops to a mumble, as though Lust might be pressed to the door listening or something. God, Heather hopes she's not home.]
... Snuggled up in her sleep...
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Well yeah, I mean...they can happen together obviously, but not every time. I started out just being attracted to France, all the mushy feelings and shit came later.
[...wait that might not be at all reassuring shit]
Not that--it's not for sure that it'd turn out like that for YOU, but--
[He just stops talking before he digs the pit further and focuses on the bandaids for a moment. He hopes for Heather's sake that it STAYS at just attraction, because Lust is definitely taken and Envy's pretty sure she hasn't even remotely considered the idea of dating a woman.]
...you've been dealing with it for that long, though?
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Well, if dealing with it is the right word to use...
I've just kinda been trying to ignore it.