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[a_sin_for_him]

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If it's important enough, I'll get back to you.

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[video/first of the month]

[styxiedust]

[Frankly, Botan looks a little...disheveled, by a lot. She sort of blearily blinks at the camera, adjusting the lens a little.]

I had a dream about ghosts possessing every last one of my teapots.

I feel like that's a dream you would appreciate, somehow.

Video

[a_sin_for_him]

...there's worse things ghosts could possess, I suppose.

You know...I do have a book of dream interpretation....

[That she rarely gets to use for anyone other than herself.]

[text] [middle of the night]

[foolishwren]

lust did you just get home

[text]

[a_sin_for_him]

Not quite yet...

Why?

[video/backdated to beginning of January]

[styxiedust]

[Botan doesn't say much when she comes on. She just.

Holds up a Sinistea, right up to the camera. It looks happy to be there.]

Lust.

Dreams come true, what the heck.

Video

[a_sin_for_him]

...what in the world?

Is that a teacup Pokemon?

5/29 - Misdirected Text

[cometkin]

[THIS TIME IT HAS TO GO TO ROSE.... right?]

Heyyyyyyy honey. What are you wearing right now?

[a_sin_for_him]

I do beg your pardon? I can assure you, I am not your 'honey'.

[Because while 'what are you wearing?' or similar texts aren't entirely out of the ordinary, Timothy never calls her 'honey' and that is certainly not his gear number.]

[foolishwren]

LUST

there's a new season of Aggrestufful out

[a_sin_for_him]

Is there? I haven't been paying much attention to television.

We'll have to watch.

text; ghost possession event

[shiro2hero]

hey hey hey lust hey

did u know

you cant blindfold a pokemon





because it'll pikachu

text

[a_sin_for_him]

....

...................

I'm not sure that's as effective a pun in written format.

video

[secondhandsome]

So-- So like, people vanishing, obviously that's normal, that's a thing that happens here. Been there, done - uh - done that.

...Do they usually come back, but like. A past version of themselves? Is-- I don't know why I'm asking, probably that's normal! Just another fun exciting day in a place where time doesn't matter, right, obviously that's a thing, why wouldn't it?

[...sorry Lust, your husband's rambling a little. it's a day.]

video

[a_sin_for_him]

I've known some to return with no memory of their time before, or different memories than they'd had before. Is that the sort of thing you mean?

[Lust hasn't been checking the network and has no idea what Tim's asking about.]

text - blanket warning for nsfw

[brokencode]

Lust.
When you have a moment could you let me know.
I have some... important questions? About some important things, I suppose.

[a_sin_for_him]

Of course, what can I help you with?

Text | backdated to late April

[bestswordmaster]

hi.
it's felix.
I didn't dislike the dance we had at the masquerade.
you said you were looking for dancers.
as I've said, I've never been a performer.
but in a world where my primary purpose is largely irrelevant
I suppose it might not be so bad to branch out a little.
maybe.
if your offer is still open.

[a_sin_for_him]

I'd be happy to have you come in. It's good money, I can assure you, and you're certainly skilled and have the right look. Come by the club at your convenience and we'll see about setting you up.

[Text]

[maplecourt]

Lust, was it? I know we had spoken a bit at that prom thing a while ago and I had yet to do any follow through on it.

Though I did have some questions on what your establishment may or may not be able to accommodate as I am teaming up with Leonardo in regards to a... rig of sorts for what I believe I would be best at? Merely to make sure that it would be possible.

[Text]

[a_sin_for_him]

Yes, I remember. It's good to hear from you.

A...rig?

What sort of 'rig'?

backdated to early July

[bestswordmaster]

you told me to look for some options for costumes.
so I did.
but I have no idea what would work best.
so tell me your opinion.

[Attached is a set of photos.]

Text

[a_sin_for_him]

In general, the aesthetic is a pleasing one. Highly specific in style, though. One doesn't want to get trapped in an expected style. But very pleasing colors, good for summer.

I'd also be very careful of high cut loincloth style bottoms. They look breath taking in action, but they're also an accident waiting to happen. I speak from experience. Which brings me to a point I realize I've failed to mention before now...

You'll need certain modesty garments and protection. Are you familiar with dancer's belts?

Gift Sent/HereNotHere - RL Ate my face, this is the gift thing.

[heir_conditioned]

Sent by Shoto, who has spent a lot of time in Ecruteak, a large Talonflame tip taps its way down the street with a small messenger on its back. The package being held by the small messenger is too large for the Mimikyu to pick up and cart around considering it's barely a foot tall, but these two are used to delivering things Shoto would like taken to people.

Stronger than it looks and with the help of the Talonflame, there's a large basket settled at the door of the establishment. Along with the agreed upon sweets, it contains a few more Pokemon specific items. Pokeballs of a few types and a modest card to the Goldenrod catalogue.

What they can do, the Mimikyu, is wander through the front door to garner the attention of at least someone in there until the proprietress is alerted. There's a note around the Mimikyu's otherwise bent neck and once everything is in the hands of someone within the building. Once delivered, the little messenger is back on its way to the Talonflame, remounting it and enjoying the plod down a walkway to find somewhere suitable to take off.

text; backdated to around snorunt time

[shiro2hero]

So just as a head's up I think the snorunt maybe cursed some of us with perpetual honesty and I was worried about you just in case you had things you didn't want to share with the world so uh just FYI I am going to stop typing before this gets worse!

[a_sin_for_him]

Well that's a rather unfortunate side effect. I don't think I'm suffering from it, though. I haven't noticed any compulsion to divulge my deepest secrets.

Should I assume that you are?

3/5ish

[brokencode]

Hello, Lust!
I had a question for you, if you do not mind.
... It is probably better to discuss verbally, but I did not want to catch you at a bad time.

Will you let me know when you are free?

[a_sin_for_him]

I never mind.

Afternoons are generally open for me. Would you like to come for tea?

[text]

[goldeneyeball]

Making sure i have the right person. you run that club right?

[text]

[a_sin_for_him]

Medusa? Yes, it's my club.

How may I help you?

[Text, the middle of the night]

[foolishwren]

hey Lust are you up

I have drunk a whiskey and i need to ask u something

it's very important

[a_sin_for_him]

I'm up, I'm working on the summer schedule for Medusa. So I could use the distraction.

What is it?

[video]

[exeggutorhead]

Lust. Lust. Lust. Pick up. You are never going to guess what is happening. This is so important.

[Well something is definitely going on. Envy's in the living room on the couch, although not much of it is visible because his face is weirdly close to the camera. Also he's sitting at a bizarre angle that keeps the rest of the couch out of view, but that's not exactly very unusual. There's...popcorn in his hair? Lust might also recognize the particular odd, slow tone and slightly dazed expression of someone having just consumed some of Henry's old Persim tea recipe.]

[He's not as dazed as he could be though--in fact, his eyes are sort of. Boring intently into the camera, like he's making 100% certain that he gets this message across in full, in spite of the tea. IT'S VERY IMPORTANT.]

[video]

[a_sin_for_him]

[Lust responds when she's on break between performance shifts. The summer show series is always immensely popular, she's on stage every night at least announcing. Hence why she just stays in Ecruteak rather than commuting, like other times of the year.

She almost waits until after work - it isn't long, there's only one more stage show of the evening. Envy's idea of 'important' and her idea of 'important' don't always match. Besides, he looks stoned. But there's something in his voice, in his expression. She can spare him ten minutes while she fixes her makeup and hair for the next show.

It's obvious she's still at work when she answers, there's shimmery blue and green stage makeup on her face and accessories made of pearls and faux coral and fishing net in her hair.]

What is it, Envy? I'm an hour away at work right now so if the house is overrun with a swarm of Pokemon there's nothing I can do.

[text] Sept 9

[officerdown]

[Scar is allegedly out grocery shopping when:]

(=^･ω･^=)

[officerdown]

I learned something new today.

12/12

[cyberseraph]

[Special delivery! Through the Pidgey post comes a blue envelope, addressed to Lust! The return address is a small little inn located in Blackthorn City, and comes from Mr. and Mrs. Arlert. Inside is a very festive postcard. On the back is a short by very delicately penned note, thanks to Armin!]

Lust

Thank you so much for attending our wedding. Your guidance through the years has made us better adults than we ever could have been. We are honored to consider you part of our family, and cannot wait for the years ahead.

Wishing you the best of holidays,
—Armin and Angel Arlert

[Also included is a little Polaroid picture of Angel and Armin, standing under a mistletoe! The camera is angled upward just enough to catch the little green sprig. Angel is pushed up on her toes, smooching Armin right on the cheek! How cute!]

New Years Eve

[officerdown]

Scar pays little mind to most holidays. None of the annual rituals in Johto mean anything to him, as amusing as old men getting stuck in chimneys can be. The fasts and feasts he used to observe as a child are, to put it all in one word, lonely, here. Somehow, they're even lonelier than they had been in Amestris. In his self-imposed exile, there had been a comfort in knowing that someone else was saying the same prayers somewhere under the same sky.

So, the impossible daydream of truly going home continues to nip at his heels.

The turnover of the calendar year, though, does mean something. He's relieved that the lot of Shark House has decided to stay in and have their own party. He'll never be fond of large crowds, and somehow fireworks make him jumpier even than they used to, but tonight does mark the day he and Lust acknowledged their partnership. For this, it seems like tonight would be as good a time as any to acknowledge her.

And maybe cross some of that loneliness, or at least begin to.

He's allowed himself to relax, tonight. Something that's been growing more and more common. He's even sipped at the champagne that he suspects Lust only poured for him so he wouldn't feel left out, so he's warmed from that. There's a piece of rogue silly string in his hair that he will not confess to. And, in a little acknowledgement that it's a particular day for Them, he's even dressed presentably (Valiantly resisting the cosmic urge to wear his Alolan shirt and tugging on jeans instead of track pants).

At some point in the night, he disappears for a few minutes, reappearing in the hall and being met with the sound of Heather playing Auld Lang Syne on the kazoo. He doesn't interrupt the ruckus, and he doesn't call out to Lust. His eyes linger on her as he patiently waits in the doorframe to the hallway for her to look up.

[a_sin_for_him]

It takes her a few moments to notice. She's tipsy and faded from champagne and special tea, and just enjoying the evening. In honor of the night she's donned a black and sparkly dress that would almost be a cocktail dress - if not for the short sleeves and being paired with leggings - and a silly hat.

Silly hats seem to be a vital part of the celebration, and who is she to argue? It's not as though she's in public.

When she does look up, she meets his eyes. And notes his slight separateness - he's been joining in the festivities quite vigorously, for him - and can take a hint. Setting her glass aside she slips out to go join him.

"Not a fan of the kazoo?"

[text]

[no_ufo_ending]

lust i need your help

my hair is out of control

[text]

[a_sin_for_him]

Of course it is, when's the last time you had a hair treatment?

Backdated to the first afternoon of Dugman

[officerdown]

For the both of them as they are now, these odd weekends are always paradoxical. There's the inevitable pandemonium that comes with the fabric of reality shifting out of place, but there's also the quiet part. Scar has taken to hunkering down for the extent of the ordeal, keeping hot foods and comforting drinks at the ready for Lust's uncomfortable return to her living death. There isn't much else to be done for it. All he can do is remain close by.

But, of course, even those plans have not been spared this time around. Scar has, once again, found himself grotesquely transformed, his head replaced this time with not one, but three of the digging Pokemon whose name he can never recall. Each sprouted head sports a different hair style from the various eras Scar's (questionable) personal grooming has passed through.

He prefers not even to be seen, like this. He's spent most of the day outside, the human part of his body submerged into the earth in a way that is oddly comforting, when he's stuck like this.

However.

The afternoon is crawling by when he bursts into the kitchen, with Mehitabel the bastard Espurr riding his shoulder and looking undeniably smug. Unable to speak, Scar is brandishing a white board with a simple, bold manifesto:

You THROW Mehitabel??? ??

[a_sin_for_him]

Strange weekends are always something of a trial. But some are moreso than others.

This is one of them. Currently, Lust is more or less herself. The self she always is when these weekends roll around. The same cannot be said for everyone.

Dear god, she can barely look at him. Last she checked, he'd been planted in the garden. His current natural habitat. She has been reminding herself it will pass, it always passes. It's just a matter of days.

They've been through worse.

At the moment she's waiting for the dishwasher to finish its cycle. A magazine is open in front of her on the table but she isn't paying that much attention to it. Just enough that she's startled when the door flies open and the abomination that's usually her husband Scar comes barreling in.

She blinks at the board that's brandished in her face, expression utter confusion and bafflement at the question on it.

"Of course not."

Nothing she's ever done, as far as she can recall, would constitute throwing. What is the spiteful little creature up to now?

Backdated to a few days after Wrath arrived at the house

[exeggutorhead]

It's been a hell of a few days in Sharkhaus, just as it had been last year. The majority of everyone's attention has gone to trying to take care of the household's new depressed pre-teen. Envy in particular has been difficult to get hold of alone. Less because he's been avoiding her, but because if she's not with Wrath, he usually is, or if not that, with Heather. Or off not wanting to be found.

It's also very, very clear to anyone who knows him that he knows things about what's left Wrath in the state he's in. Things he'd never talked about to anyone before the youngest homunculus arrived on their doorstep and forced the issue.

He'd told Heather some of it that night, because he'd had to. And he knows that Lust is going to need to know, too. Knowing that it has to happen doesn't make it any easier to actually do. Especially not because, well...it's a lot. It's a lot and he doesn't like talking about it and he doesn't like thinking about it.

He may have come a long way since back then, but Envy still only has so much willpower for responsibly making sure to have unpleasant, difficult emotional conversations. So maybe avoiding being alone with Lust is a little true.

She will be able to catch him by himself this afternoon, though. He's out in the yard, wiping Chimera down with a damp towel. Some Cooltrainer had challenged him with a Smeargle while he'd been walking home and the resulting battle left the Tyranitar covered in paint splotches.

[a_sin_for_him]

Lust only watches for a few moments, leaning by the door with her arms crossed under her bust. It's been...well, it's been an interesting few days. New adjustments.

And new questions.

She's been patient. It's a necessity, between them. Close as they are, certain doors remain closed. It's simply their way.

All families have their little quirks.

They both know the dance. So when she approaches, with a calculated sort of casualness, she harbors no doubts he sees it for what it is. They know each other too well. Still. She goes through the motions.

"That must have been some battle. Or at least colorful...."

[ACTION] CLUB MEDUSA, NIGHT

[bugbeverage]

He may not be here every weekend, but he comes often enough that the servers know when "The guy in stripes" is back.

Beetlejuice minds his manners enough to not get thrown out, but he's nobody's favorite patron. Usually he's clapping loudly, whooping, whistling, waving pokedollars like a lazy angler fish in hopes of drawing in a passing worker.

But tonight his mood is shifted. He's in the back at one of the booths, but instead of a plate of food in front of him, there is an honest to god typewriter that he is TAKKA TAKKA TAKKING away on. He's got a stack of papers next to him taller than his drink. His scuffed fingers fly across the keys, spinning sentence after sentence of detail like a spider spinning thread.

His tongue is caught in his teeth and his hair hangs down over his forehead in a sweaty curl.

[a_sin_for_him]

Some of the waitstaff and one of the dancing boys have drawn Lust's attention to the anomalous behavior of one of their least-liked regulars. He's not the worst, and he never quite crosses the line, but he's loud. Very loud. And uncouth.

This, however, is different. And distracting, to both staff and patrons. After yet another server seeks her out to inform her, she decides she has to do something. Taking to the floor, still in the elaborate dark blue bustier and long slit skirt she'd been performing in, she approaches the table in the back.

"What in the world are you doing?"

He's been coming in here long enough that she doesn't bother with pleasantries or a lead up.

[text]

[exeggutorhead]

[It may be the middle of the afternoon but Envy's...PRETTY sure it's one of Lust's days off and he'll get a response.]

hey where are you?

because I'm on my way back to the house right now, did you know there was a new Hayze out??

[a_sin_for_him]

I'm switching over a load of laundry.

I didn't. I'll put out a snack tray and chill some drinks.