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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.]

[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.

[OH WHOOPS she's still at work after all. At least she picked up! Work isn't nearly as important as this.]

[Although before she's gotten farther than "what is it", he's already whipped his head up to look at something offscreen, eyes widening.]

Heather, stop him!

[Sounds of quick footsteps in the background as Envy returns his attention to the 'Gear.]

Uh, well I thought you were maybe done with work. It's. Not pokemon, in the house.

[He's realized he'd better just hurry out with the news before her break's over or she decides it's probably not actually important and decides to deal with it later.]

Some people came back. Henry's here. And...

Okay, so. Don't freak out.

[Lust's expression is not amused. One artfully manicured eyebrow raises as she looks at her Gear, her lips pursed together in a thin line. At least until the news about Henry, that's nice to hear. She'd grown rather fond of the man.

But that doesn't seem to be the point of this bizarre call.]

I'm sure this is all very humorous to your currently addled mind, but I am busy and hardly prone to 'freaking out'. Unless God Himself has manifested in our kitchen, I'm sure it's fine.

Just tell me what's going on.

[Well fine then, here it goes.]

The other person who came back is Scar.

He's in the kitchen. They showed up at the house together.

[...]

Well. Henry came in the door and Scar climbed in my window.

[Lust does not freak out.

Not in any visible or easily discernable way. She sets down the eyeliner stick in her hand, the sound of it hitting the smooth counter of the vanity seeming oddly loud.

Scar.

A maelstrom of emotions are struggling to rise up in her. But their kept at bay by the solid blanket of dull shock that's dropped over her. Her face is unreadable, closed and guarded.

Scar.

It's been seven years. The bulk of her life in this world, really. And still she sleeps in his old shirts, still she thinks of him when certain songs come on the radio or the light falls through the window in a certain way. While there had been another man she'd loved, in those long years, it's still Scar that some part of her longs for and always will.

And Envy is telling her that he's here.

She realizes she's been silent a long while. Shaking herself, wrestling with her feelings, she snatches up a make-up wipe. To hell with the rest of the night, the boys can handle it.]

I'll be home shortly.

[It's all she can manage before snapping off the Gear, lest Envy see her overcome with emotion.]

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