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
Scar stares as his disciple wallows in his logrolling misery.
He tries again.
"Love does not always conquer all, Henry."
In fact, it usually makes things! A whole lot worse! And Scar isn't considering boning in any context other than The Loving Kind. Because there is no other kind, as far as he is concerned. No kind that matters for anything, anyway. No kind that might ease Henry's suffering.
Henry lays on the floor and he listens to this and something sparks in his chest. It's almost...anger? No. Not anger. Frustration? Maybe. He can't listen to this. He can't listen to this from the man who is fucking a woman named LUST.
Scar fails to see his privilege in this predicament. The remnants of various claw marks and bullet holes scattered across his body are testament to just how many death-defying steps were taken in between "not fucking a woman named Lust" and "fucking a woman named Lust."
However, he can read when his advice is not wanted.
So, he nods.
And he settles down with his back against the base of the couch. His body feels heavy. Being upright is more trouble than it is worth.
Henry is then alone in his damnation. And he just kind of lays there, face-down on his Poke'Gear. A thing he isn't aware of is that his face has managed to turn on the recording feature. So that whole conversation lives on his Poke'Gear forever now.
It all becomes too much. He's do drunk. He's so, so drunk. A high, thin whine escapes him.
Henry's woes have not gone unheard... even in the thick haze of BJ's Sinister Concoction, Heather feels a little guilty that Henry is now a perpetual fifth wheel in this house.
"Heyyyy... don't cry..."
She slides off the bed, awkwardly, and places a comforting hand on Henry's head.
"You'll meet somebody, you jus' gotta... gotta put yourself outthere..."
In her mind, she is caressing his hair with gentle yet emphatic emotion, pouring unspoken apologies for not thinking about his feelings this whole time into each tender stroke.
In reality she is awkwardly plapping her hand against his head like a toddler petting a dog for the first time.
FIVE BILLION BOYFRIENDS AND/OR GIRLFRIENDS, OK????
Envy crawls after Heather, motivated both by her moving and also by the extremely weird and alarming noise coming from the space between his friend's face and the floorboards. He oozes automatically into one of his Crouches, although at least his feet are flat on the ground for now.
"Yeah...you could try...Lust's place? Those guys like flirting a lot?"
"Heather...Envy..." Henry speaks into the carpet, into the microphone of his Poke'Gear. He is both calling to them and addressing them as though he didn't expect to see them.
He is feeling so many kind of ways. And now that things are coming out, it's like trying to patch a dam with scotch tape.
"Envyyyyy that's their joooooob," is followed by an involuntary hitch in his throat. "The last....last hooker that talked to me...got killed by dogs."
Lust's dancers are not hookers, but Drunk Henry doesn't care.
He does not skip a beat about the killed by dogs he's heard enough about Silent Hill that it makes perfect sense that this would happen in front of Henry the poor wisdom receiving bastard.
"Whaaaat...no s'not. Their job is hot backup dancing 'n they just like flirting. They'd think you were cute."
"Oh..." Henry's voice warbles a little. He sniffs. He doesn't know if he could keep up with a hot backup dancer. Ten years. He hasn't even tried. Is he...a loser?
He ignores the comment about conditioner because he thinks he is using PERFECTLY adequate hair care products.
"I don't even know what I would say...I've never even gone all the way with a dude..."
His face was starting to get sore from pressing into his Poke'Gear.
Envy corrects the 'H-word' usage before she can-- Heather may not know TONS about Lust's nightclub beyond what she shares in passing, but she does know that nobody there is a hooker.
"We gotta get you out more..."
It's not like she can talk. She was friends with Envy for years before they got together and it was awhile longer still before they worked up to the deed.
But Henry's not a BAD-looking guy! A bit of a slob, sure, but he's cute! In his own special Henry way. And this is the first time he's ever even hinted at being this kind of lonely.
"We gotta... we gotta find someone who'll treat you good."
"I don't...need to get married or anything..." Henry finally lifts his head long enough to tug his Poke'gear out from under his face. He sets it to the side. It continues to record. "I just want...to go on a nice date...with a nice girl...who doesn't get eaten by dogs or...sent walking toward a...a...gyrating blood vortex...hhhhuuhhaahhhhhhhhh...."
Henry rolls a leaky brown eye up to Envy.
"You really think they'd think I was cute? Am I cute, Envy?"
Envy is fully aware that Henry is 100% serious about both the dogs AND the blood vortex. He's pretty sure he even remembers that the blood vortex girl's name starts with an E.
But it is still very very hard not to laugh when Henry tearfully asks him if he's cute. Please appreciate how hard he's trying to not laugh at you friend. He joins Heather in plapping a hand on Henry's shoulder.
"Yeah...yeah sure you are. Heather's right, you jus' gotta go outside."
While Scar has ceased contributing verbally to the conversation, he still is very much paying attention to it. At least, as much as one in such a compromised state reasonably could. He's frowning intently, stare moving between the three of them, processing the difficult mental calculus that the situation has thrust upon him.
That's all any of them will get, if they care to look up at The Biggest Human. His intent glare as he attempts to suss out what, exactly, might help Henry in his predicament.
"Outside...Envy. Envy, the sun gives you cancer, Envy."
But outside also had fresh air and new experiences and new Pokemon to see. Ugh. Envy and Heather are right. If he wants to get anywhere he is going to have to venture into The Unknown and also Lust's Burlesque House.
He turns his head to pop his neck after laying at such an uncomfortable angle for so long. Through his tears he sees Scar looking at him. He cannot read his expression, but he is glad he is there.
Henry forgets he's a person for a moment and sends Scar a slow blink in attempts to communicate.
Henry continues to turn until he is half twisted onto his back. He grunts. This position is not as comfortable as he thought it was going to be. His eyes are still watering but he is no longer sobbing.
He just kind of lays there like an animal that's been hit by a car.
"Man...I could have a girlfriend and a boyfriend if I wanted. Yeah. You guys are the best."
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He tries again.
"Love does not always conquer all, Henry."
In fact, it usually makes things! A whole lot worse! And Scar isn't considering boning in any context other than The Loving Kind. Because there is no other kind, as far as he is concerned. No kind that matters for anything, anyway. No kind that might ease Henry's suffering.
"But it can be fickle in its return."
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"LeAve MeE alOne." Henry says into the carpet.
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However, he can read when his advice is not wanted.
So, he nods.
And he settles down with his back against the base of the couch. His body feels heavy. Being upright is more trouble than it is worth.
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It all becomes too much. He's do drunk. He's so, so drunk. A high, thin whine escapes him.
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"Heyyyy... don't cry..."
She slides off the bed, awkwardly, and places a comforting hand on Henry's head.
"You'll meet somebody, you jus' gotta... gotta put yourself outthere..."
In her mind, she is caressing his hair with gentle yet emphatic emotion, pouring unspoken apologies for not thinking about his feelings this whole time into each tender stroke.
In reality she is awkwardly plapping her hand against his head like a toddler petting a dog for the first time.
FIVE BILLION BOYFRIENDS AND/OR GIRLFRIENDS, OK????
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"Yeah...you could try...Lust's place? Those guys like flirting a lot?"
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He is feeling so many kind of ways. And now that things are coming out, it's like trying to patch a dam with scotch tape.
"Envyyyyy that's their joooooob," is followed by an involuntary hitch in his throat. "The last....last hooker that talked to me...got killed by dogs."
Lust's dancers are not hookers, but Drunk Henry doesn't care.
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Welcome to the other side of 'fucking a woman named Lust.'
Carry on, everyone.
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He does not skip a beat about the killed by dogs he's heard enough about Silent Hill that it makes perfect sense that this would happen in front of Henry the poor wisdom receiving bastard.
"Whaaaat...no s'not. Their job is hot backup dancing 'n they just like flirting. They'd think you were cute."
He pauses, considers.
"Iffff you used better hair conditioner."
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He ignores the comment about conditioner because he thinks he is using PERFECTLY adequate hair care products.
"I don't even know what I would say...I've never even gone all the way with a dude..."
His face was starting to get sore from pressing into his Poke'Gear.
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"We gotta get you out more..."
It's not like she can talk. She was friends with Envy for years before they got together and it was awhile longer still before they worked up to the deed.
But Henry's not a BAD-looking guy! A bit of a slob, sure, but he's cute! In his own special Henry way. And this is the first time he's ever even hinted at being this kind of lonely.
"We gotta... we gotta find someone who'll treat you good."
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Henry rolls a leaky brown eye up to Envy.
"You really think they'd think I was cute? Am I cute, Envy?"
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But it is still very very hard not to laugh when Henry tearfully asks him if he's cute. Please appreciate how hard he's trying to not laugh at you friend. He joins Heather in plapping a hand on Henry's shoulder.
"Yeah...yeah sure you are. Heather's right, you jus' gotta go outside."
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That's all any of them will get, if they care to look up at The Biggest Human. His intent glare as he attempts to suss out what, exactly, might help Henry in his predicament.
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But outside also had fresh air and new experiences and new Pokemon to see. Ugh. Envy and Heather are right. If he wants to get anywhere he is going to have to venture into The Unknown and also Lust's Burlesque House.
He turns his head to pop his neck after laying at such an uncomfortable angle for so long. Through his tears he sees Scar looking at him. He cannot read his expression, but he is glad he is there.
Henry forgets he's a person for a moment and sends Scar a slow blink in attempts to communicate.
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Scar slow blinks back, and thinks absolutely nothing of it.
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He understands!
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Now they can do psychic eye contact too?!
ANYWAY.
"I don't think the sun does that."
He's medieval, Henry. Doesn't know about pogs and doesn't know about the dangers of UV radiation.
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He just kind of lays there like an animal that's been hit by a car.
"Man...I could have a girlfriend and a boyfriend if I wanted. Yeah. You guys are the best."