The Deadliest Sin

Hair: Blonde | Brown | Black | Red | Ginger | Grey/White | Multi-color | Other (Green)

Body Type: Skinny | Slender | Slim | Built | Curvy | Chubby | Athletic | Muscular | Lean

Skin: Pale | Light | Fair | Freckled | Tan | Olive | Dark | Discolored | Other

Gender: Male | Female | Non-Binary | Other (Genderless but prefers male)

Sexuality: Heterosexual | Homosexual | Bisexual | Pansexual | Asexual | Demisexual | Other | Verse dependent | ??? (if he can screw it, he’ll like it) 

Species: Human | Undead/Vampire | Shapeshifter (Weres) | Demon | Angel | Witch/Wizard/Sorcerer | Incubus/Succubus | Other (homunculus)

Education: High School | College | University | Higher Education | Self-Taught | Taught by Someone | Other (He already had Father’s knowledge when he was born and learned from there)

Living Situation: Lives alone (siblings are dead) | Lives with parents/guardian | Lives with children | Lives with significant other | Lives with a friend (group of friends) | Drifter | Homeless | Verse dependent | Other???

Parents/Guardian: Mom | Dad | Adoptive | Foster  | Grandparents | Family friend | Older sibling | Other (Father is technically not an actual Father just the one Envy spawned from)

Relationship: Single | Crushing | Dating (series canon) | Engaged | Married | Separated | It’s complicated | Verse dependent

I’ve been: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused |

I have a(n): Learning Disorder | Personality Disorder | Mental Disorder | Anxiety Disorder | Eating Disorder | Substance-related Disorder | Hearing Disorder/Deafness | Other

Positive Traits: Affectionate | Adventurous | Athletic | Brave | Careful | Charming | Confident | Creative | Determined | Fearless | Generous | Honest | Humorous | Intelligent | Loyal | Modest | Patient | Selfless

Negative Traits: Aggressive | Bossy | Cynical | Envious (duh)| Fearful | Greedy | Gullible | Jealous | Impatient | Impulsive | Insecure | Irresponsible | Possessive | Sarcastic | Self-conscious | Selfish | Unstable | Clumsy | Rebellious | Emotional | Swears | Lazy

and I’ll generate a number from 1 to 45 to determine where your muse has kissed mine and how my muse reacts!

Dahlia decided to play nice, and simply started walking to the ice cream shop. There were a lot of them in the city–including a new one opened by one of its own citizens–but this was just an ordinary dessert store, run by some NPC couple.

She didn’t bother asking Envy for his preferences, but took a look at the menu before walking right up and nodding to the owner.

“Ah…good afternoon. I’ll take that one, please, in a cone.” 

One hand on his hip and the other swinging casually at his side, Envy glared looked around him in this tiny, ‘homey’ dessert shop. Seeing a store dedicated entirely to sweet desserts reminded him of the days when he was newly born--such a long time ago--and ancient humans were lucky enough to harvest a grain of sugar once a year. Now, there was a plethora of sweet things to stuff their doughy faces with. 

Of course, Envy would use something as harmless as a dessert shop to feel disdain towards the human species.

He remained silent as the woman spoke to the man behind the counter. His expression said it all, though. 

Was all that... necessary? Even if she was ordering for both of them, that was a lot of ice cream. 

“I’d be interested in seeing you try,” he said. The three allotted seconds passed by and he refused to let go. Even after all the battle’s he’d been through, he had yet to take any damage that couldn’t be repaired or healed given time. Those were really the only times he’d been grateful for his body being the way it was. He was sure he could take anything this one tried.

The threat and the way the other had said it were certainly not unfamiliar. Keisuke could give him a point for creativity, though. G.O.D. certainly put more of their creativity into the schemes, rather than threats. They only vowed to kill or defeat him and often they could hardly follow through.

He had to wonder if this guy was strong enough to make the threat more than that. The kaizorg didn’t want to go beyond this, but if he needed to, he could defend himself. Keisuke did hope it was all talk, though. Fighting over something as insignificant as this seemed pointless.

Now, understanding the situation, killing the imbecile may cause a scene in this public space and the so-called scientists may disapprove. Yet maybe killing off one of their guinea pigs, showing them that he wasn’t planning on ‘playing nice,’ might send them a message. He wasn’t going to be trapped in this city forever and was perfectly willing to resort to slaughter. 

“So you have a death wish,” Envy noted, and the fingers of the trapped hand clenched and flexed. “Then allow me to help you with that.” 

“It’s not expensive, so we could buy as much as we’d like. I was thinking four cones to start.”

“That way, we can each eat one and still have plenty left over to stick into people’s faces.” Or each others’, if there was no one else around. Either way, they’d both be satisfied with the end results.

Charm to her was like water from a running stream–it flowed endlessly, and she splashed it about constantly without much thought. Spending money, on the other hand–she only reserved that for two types of people: those she liked, and those she hated.

Curious enough, she couldn’t decide which one fit Princess Palm Tree. Maybe she’d figure things out after getting him with a cone to the nose…

Wait a... when has he ever been off-putted? He couldn’t allow this human female put him on edge. If she was trying to play him in some way, he wouldn’t allow it. She was playing a game and he’d figure out her bluffs. Spending more time with her would help him learn all the more. 

Not like he actually needed the ice cream, though-especially since he didn’t need to eat. it was a purely pleasurable activity for a homunculus (though Gluttony always saw it as a necessity). The occasional rare steak always satisfied his tastes. He only had ice cream once before, when disguised as a small child.

It was okay.  

What a capricious person. Changing moods on a whim, and androgynous enough to be mistaken for either gender. Though at the moment they were behaving exceptionally like a spoiled little princess.

“You won’t let me fix your hair, and you insult me to my face,” she said merrily. “Why, I’d think you actually hated me if you weren’t trying so hard to stick around.”

She picked up her parasol and, once again, shaded her face beneath the canopy. “My hands aren’t sweaty but—it looks like you’re rather full of hot air.”

“If you want to cool down, I know an ice cream shop around the corner.”

The girl was still keeping up, though. The verbal gunfight between them hadn’t lost its appeal and its been a while since Envy truly could be his sarcastic, vitriol self--since Lust was alive, in fact. This woman even kind of reminded of his sister...

Too bad she was not a homunculus, or he could have actually liked her a teensy tiny bit. 

 The following ‘hot air’ comment didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest; mainly due to the fact she sprang the sudden offer for ice cream on him seconds afterward. 

The skin of her knuckles pulled taut, and took on a ghostly shade of white as they stretched over bone. Her teeth clenched so tightly that her jaw was already screaming in protest. Now she was looking at him directly. He was standing right in front of her, staring down at her as if she were nothing compared to him. And in a way, his haughtiness was warranted. She didn’t have his abilities, nor did she have his will to hurt others, but right now, she had her anger.

                    “How dare you?”

She met his violet stare with her own blue one head on, and even though her voice was small she felt it ready to explode. The only other time she had ever felt this much hatred surge through her all at once was she’d been confronted by Scar; when she had discovered it had been him that had murdered her parents when they had only been trying to help him. 

Homunculi were not experienced in such a concept, of course--their Father wanted them focus on other things--but Envy was able to see the beauty of fury in the blonde’s eyes. Hatred always fascinated Envy, as he was filled with it. 

But Winry’s hatred was different. It was fueled by the ‘love’ of her friends, not disgust. Envy wanted couldn’t understand it. Such emotions were apparently beyond the ability of his hardened Stone. 

“Who the Hell do I think I am? I. Am. A. Homunculus.” His words were punctuated by him leaning closer each time and his grin widening. “And I do what I wish. I’m not constrained by sympathy or empathy like you humans. If taking your form meant tearing your friends a part was easier, then so be it. Honor is for the self-righteous and idiots.”