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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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[foolishwren]

<sub>[She tries NOT to be upset like this in front of other people. But, well, she supposes if she HAS to be... Envy's not a terrible candidate.]

[She mumbles, still scrubbing at her eyes.]</sub>

Not even once.

There were places I visited... but never people that I just.

Lived with, in one place, for months.

Hell, I don't even pay rent, it's just...

God, I don't know.

What am I even doing out here?

[exeggutorhead]

[He nods quietly, in agreement. The world had become a home, but there hadn't been one single place in it--aside from the obvious 'wherever my people are'--that he'd have actually called home until they'd all moved into the house. They'd moved from place to place without ever really thinking of somewhere to return to.]

You're getting your badges, you're...I don't know, working things out, right?

And we'll be here when you get back.

[He doesn't think about the what ifs that are unavoidable, saying something like that.]

Ha, we won't give you a moment's peace.

[foolishwren]

_{[She listens, nodding absently even as she sniffs and tries to get the waterworks back under control.]}

Yeah, I... I guess.

I guess I'm working stuff out.

I don't even really know WHAT I'm working out, though.

_{[She knows there's a certain emptiness to his promise-- not through any fault or intent of his, but just... the nature of this place. Of this life. She doesn't bring it up, either, but it still hangs over the conversation like an ugly raincloud.]}

I never thought going back to being by myself would be so hard. I used to travel like this all the time, without even thinking about it.