[The hilarious irony of this is not lost on Asami, but it's buried under the horror that that is definitely Envy and she is definitely on a collision course with him.
Asami jams her breaks, mostly the back so she can skid to at least a slow down before crashing into Envy. It's not hard enough to break anything, but it sure as hell doesn't tickle.]
[He gets knocked right on his ass by the moped when it hits him. And while no he doesn't break anything, it does knock the wind out of him. He'll have some very interesting bruises and scrapes, too.]
[For the moment he'll just SIT THERE IN THE STREET because wow his lungs suddenly don't work what happened?! He can figure out the rest when breathing is a thing again.]
[Envy continues gasping like a fish out of water, but oh--there his lungs go again. Ah, air. Air is a wonderful thing.]
[In response to her question, he moves one arm and then the other, wincing a little as he does but not nearly enough for there to be a break. It's his side that hurts mainly. He's going to feel this tomorrow for sure.]
Y'know...I know my last comeback was good, but you didn't have to run me over for it.
[He stops talking to let out a sharp hiss of pain as he accepts her offer and pulls himself up. But he IS up, and standing steadily. Just a little hunched over. Why does pain have to be a thing? Why can't it just all go away immediately?]
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Asami jams her breaks, mostly the back so she can skid to at least a slow down before crashing into Envy. It's not hard enough to break anything, but it sure as hell doesn't tickle.]
Oh no-!
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[He gets knocked right on his ass by the moped when it hits him. And while no he doesn't break anything, it does knock the wind out of him. He'll have some very interesting bruises and scrapes, too.]
[For the moment he'll just SIT THERE IN THE STREET because wow his lungs suddenly don't work what happened?! He can figure out the rest when breathing is a thing again.]
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Envy-! Envy, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you coming in time...
[She tentatively reaches out to check how badly he's hurt.]
Are you okay?
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[In response to her question, he moves one arm and then the other, wincing a little as he does but not nearly enough for there to be a break. It's his side that hurts mainly. He's going to feel this tomorrow for sure.]
Y'know...I know my last comeback was good, but you didn't have to run me over for it.
[...HE'LL BE OKAY.]
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Don't pat yourself on the back too much for that one.
[She nonverbally offers to help him up.]
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[He stops talking to let out a sharp hiss of pain as he accepts her offer and pulls himself up. But he IS up, and standing steadily. Just a little hunched over. Why does pain have to be a thing? Why can't it just all go away immediately?]
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You sure you're all right?
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Fine, I've been worse.
[Even here, he's been worse.]
Do you run down a lot of people, or do I get to be special?
[Joking is always an excellent distraction.]
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[She doesn't mind joking about it, now.]
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What, seriously?
You've got to start watching where you're going. If you get to keep that thing, anyway.
[He gives the moped a curious look. It must be something from one of the wishes.]
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[E....ventually. "He cheated on me, so I stole his new girlfriend" is an unfair simplification.]