Who: Scar, Lust, Envy, Heather, Henry What: Super Backdated 4th Wall Post Prom Room Party Where: The Academy Warnings: PG 13 - Over consumption of Alcohol, Drunken Discussion of Sexual Themes, Mild Body Horror
She ends this rebuttal to Scar in a theatrical, singsong note that would not have appeared in her voice if she wasn't very intoxicated. Too intoxicated to care that she's letting the Self Esteem Problems out a little more than she usually does.
"An' if it's not cringe, then I'll... make it cringe."
THIS IS A THREAT.
She starts to gather Envy's hair in one hand like her hand is the scrunchie and he is a child from the 90's with a hideous side-ponytail. He's right here and being so sweet and good, so clearly this was fated to happen.
"Watch... I'm ssseducing him... with how fun I am..."
THAT actually gets Envy to frown more than being called a wuss had. No filter affection means no filter much of anything and this is very, very important.
"Heeey..."
Anyone who knows Envy would be forgiven for immediately assuming the protest was about the side ponytail. But, actually?
"S'not you. You're great and I'mnnnnot even supposed to...it's for people and you're--you're the most person there is."
AWWW MANNNN the booze has made him too sweet... he's not playing along!!!
But if Heather had any thought of being indignant about her proclamation of cringiness not landing, it's banished when Envy completes his mumbling thoughts. Because much like his urge to correct her on the self-putdowns, she can't have him here thinking that he's not supposed to have stuff for people.
Abandoning the side-ponytail, she grabs his face.
"Envy, you're people."
See, she can make the determined face too. And Scar's scoff gets a nod. He agrees with her. As he should.
Envy is entirely too drunk for two people insisting on him being a person in rapid succession to not hit, even if he'd claimed personhood years ago. It's still relatively recent in his life!
For a longer than usual period of time, he doesn't know what to say. He just nods. His eyes are a teeny tiny bit soupy don't tell anyone!!
"Yeah...yeah. I know we are."
He plunks his forehead against her clavicles like a cat. This is rapidly getting too sappy for him to be keeping up direct eye contact even in his current state but he just! Cannot manage to shut up even more than usual apparently!
THE SOUPY EYES... even Heather barely ever gets to see those, so for them to make an appearance in a room with three people other than themselves means stuff is happening in Drunk Envy's brain that he can't stop.
Of course, at the mention of her, stuff promptly happens in Heather's brain that she can't stop, either.
Abandoning his face, she throws her arms around him and squeezes for emphasis as she declares, a LOT louder than necessary:
"And I'd do it AGAIN! ANY time, ANY day, dare her to try comin' at me... Fuckin'... creepy ol' witch... if she ever shows up for real, I'll be on her like a fuckin' jungle leopard and she won'... she won' even have a face t'say bad stuff 'bout you anymore."
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c:
He decides to pretend Scar isn't there, and grins up at her instead.
"Yooou make it easyyyy...wouldn' know how to have any fun without you."
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She ends this rebuttal to Scar in a theatrical, singsong note that would not have appeared in her voice if she wasn't very intoxicated. Too intoxicated to care that she's letting the Self Esteem Problems out a little more than she usually does.
"An' if it's not cringe, then I'll... make it cringe."
THIS IS A THREAT.
She starts to gather Envy's hair in one hand like her hand is the scrunchie and he is a child from the 90's with a hideous side-ponytail. He's right here and being so sweet and good, so clearly this was fated to happen.
"Watch... I'm ssseducing him... with how fun I am..."
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"Heeey..."
Anyone who knows Envy would be forgiven for immediately assuming the protest was about the side ponytail. But, actually?
"S'not you. You're great and I'mnnnnot even supposed to...it's for people and you're--you're the most person there is."
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"You are obviously a person, Envy."
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But if Heather had any thought of being indignant about her proclamation of cringiness not landing, it's banished when Envy completes his mumbling thoughts. Because much like his urge to correct her on the self-putdowns, she can't have him here thinking that he's not supposed to have stuff for people.
Abandoning the side-ponytail, she grabs his face.
"Envy, you're people."
See, she can make the determined face too. And Scar's scoff gets a nod. He agrees with her. As he should.
"We're all... person."
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For a longer than usual period of time, he doesn't know what to say. He just nods. His eyes are a teeny tiny bit soupy don't tell anyone!!
"Yeah...yeah. I know we are."
He plunks his forehead against her clavicles like a cat. This is rapidly getting too sappy for him to be keeping up direct eye contact even in his current state but he just! Cannot manage to shut up even more than usual apparently!
"You're not cringe. You...you foughtherforme."
THREW HIS MOM OFF A CLIFF (MEANINGFUL)!
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Of course, at the mention of her, stuff promptly happens in Heather's brain that she can't stop, either.
Abandoning his face, she throws her arms around him and squeezes for emphasis as she declares, a LOT louder than necessary:
"And I'd do it AGAIN! ANY time, ANY day, dare her to try comin' at me... Fuckin'... creepy ol' witch... if she ever shows up for real, I'll be on her like a fuckin' jungle leopard and she won'... she won' even have a face t'say bad stuff 'bout you anymore."
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"--n't start withhe face."