It took a second of shock for Envy to realize there was somebody behind him who was impatiently waiting, and he quickly resumed picking up a few sausages with the most normalcy he could muster, casting a guarded glance over his shoulder as he moved along. He hadn't quite thought through what he was going to do here; had supposed he would just keep to himself until he A- ran into Hohenheim around this place and managed to consume the man's heart while he watched or B- found a way to escape and find a way to point A. He hadn't counted on seeing other familiar faces. The idea that maybe this was a sick kind of afterlife (Though one with pancakes, strangely) worried him at first until he realized that meant the bastard was probably here as well. Meaning he had already died. But! He would have a little devil by his side to personally ensure eternal suffering. Even better than doing the killing honors himself! He grinned at the thought as he pretended to poke over a few fruits.
But so long as there were others here... he had to make the best of the situation. Well, not that he really cared that much about the surrounding 'patients'. They could all just... er, die... again... for all he cared. But this familiar face... not one he might have expected in the darker afterlife. After all for being such a goddamn shiny national hero and papa, he deserved the wings, halo, and harp, by proper standards. But there remained the puzzle of how to figure out if that really was him, and for that matter how to approach him without coming off as-
ha ha, very funny.
Well, he couldn't change forms anymore, so the disguise option was out the window.
He then remembered, as he found a mug of hot water and tea (tea was a good neutralizer; it made dark discussions seem so innocent and civil. Great for putting people at unmerited ease), the way he had seen some of the others, the newest Lust for the most part, behave at times when they were reminded...
His lips formed a smirk as he dropped a sugar cube into his mug, just because it was there.
He approached the man, putting on his best 'vulnerably tortured but brave' smile and stopped beside his table.
"Hey, I know this is going to come off sounding like I'm- heh heh, well I guess we all seem kind of crazy in this place. Comes with the territory. But... How do I put this?" He bit his lip, 'brave' smile waning into perfectly calculated , "I think I remember you. I mean I feel like I knew you once... like a vague memory of someone else's life... A memory that isn't mine. I don't know if you've ever felt that way."
He let a predicatble pause ensue, to which he rushedly added another forced laugh and waved,
"I know, I know, I sound weird. But, well, that's how I noticed you, and I saw you were alone, so... may I sit here?"
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But so long as there were others here... he had to make the best of the situation. Well, not that he really cared that much about the surrounding 'patients'. They could all just... er, die... again... for all he cared. But this familiar face... not one he might have expected in the darker afterlife. After all for being such a goddamn shiny national hero and papa, he deserved the wings, halo, and harp, by proper standards. But there remained the puzzle of how to figure out if that really was him, and for that matter how to approach him without coming off as-
ha ha, very funny.
Well, he couldn't change forms anymore, so the disguise option was out the window.
He then remembered, as he found a mug of hot water and tea (tea was a good neutralizer; it made dark discussions seem so innocent and civil. Great for putting people at unmerited ease), the way he had seen some of the others, the newest Lust for the most part, behave at times when they were reminded...
His lips formed a smirk as he dropped a sugar cube into his mug, just because it was there.
He approached the man, putting on his best 'vulnerably tortured but brave' smile and stopped beside his table.
"Hey, I know this is going to come off sounding like I'm- heh heh, well I guess we all seem kind of crazy in this place. Comes with the territory. But... How do I put this?" He bit his lip, 'brave' smile waning into perfectly calculated , "I think I remember you. I mean I feel like I knew you once... like a vague memory of someone else's life... A memory that isn't mine. I don't know if you've ever felt that way."
He let a predicatble pause ensue, to which he rushedly added another forced laugh and waved,
"I know, I know, I sound weird. But, well, that's how I noticed you, and I saw you were alone, so... may I sit here?"