The Sin Within

[Lust doesn't look quite as put together as she normally does. She's barely wearing any makeup, and her hair's pulled up in a haphazard bun. She's wrapped in a blanket on her couch, gripping a mug of tea, with her shiny houndour and ninetales curled up with her. This is an entirely new experience for her, and not a pleasant one.]

Everything hurts and I can barely breathe. I had a slight headache last night, when I woke up I felt as though a Snorlax spent the night lying on me.

[And she thinks she may have a fever, but she hasn't worked up the courage to take her temperature yet. Fevers are never good.]

It hasn't gotten any better. Can I take something for this at home, or do I need to haul myself to one of those indistinguishable nurses?

[Lust has been drinking. She doesn't usually indulge to the point where mildly tipsy starts heading to drunk, but it's been an emotional week and two drinks turned into three until she's fiddling with her gear with a half empty wine bottle on the table beside her and a full glass in her hand.

Probably not the best time to flip on the record function and put out a general message.]

Why do emotions have to play such a ridiculously large part in daily life? They're nothing but organic chemical reactions. You mix sodium bicarbonate and acetic acid and get fizzing, bubbling carbonic acid. It's the same damned thing, at the most basic level. Chemicals interact with other chemicals and cause a reaction.

But the molecules that give birth to emotional feeling...they're never dormant. They're never inactive. They're always combining and breaking apart and firing off signals that we have no choice but to be ruled by. Human beings are like a single chemical in that way, one that reacts in a most volatile manner to every other substance and stimulus it encounters.

The sheer number of emotions a single person experiences in a single day... it's overwhelming. And like all chemical reactions, prone to change drastically the moment something new is introduced. The simple act of going from content to frightened or angry or even irritated is enough to interfere with daily life.

That seems like a detrimental design flaw, to me.

[It's been a hell of a week, to put it mildly. Lust can't remember so many highly charged emotions in so short a time span. Between Scar and Alphonse and Envy, she's done more feeling than she can handle. Feeling things is even more tiring than traveling!]

[Which is done for the day. Lust has been fixing supper - stew, it's about all she can manage while camping - and when she brings a dish over to Greed, she's come to a decision.]

I need to do something pleasant.

[Greed's some sort of master at ridiculous and entertaining things, and that's exactly what she feels she needs right now. And she doesn't imagine he's had an easier time of it than her.]

I propose we do something...I don't know. Silly.