how homunculi have quality time

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WHO: Greed and Envy
WHERE: Somewhere downtown probably. Near a Chinese restaurant.
WHEN: Probably nowish
WARNINGS: Violence and Envy's ugly.
SUMMARY: I love you~ You love me~ We're a happy family~
FORMAT: Log? Yes.

Some of the irriation of being stuck in this City was starting to wear down after being trapped for nearly a month. Which was all well and good. You couldn't stomp around in defiance of your situation long if you were expecting to do anything about it, right?

He just didn't have any clue where to go from here. He had no contacts, no allies, and no clue how most of this world even worked. Granted, Yao helped fill him in on certain vital things. Though, most of the time Yao would say or not say things in order to see him fail. Like telling him the fork could go in the microwave.

Bastard.

At the very least eating at Chinese places was cheap for him, thanks to the prince. Which was what he was doing now, sitting at a bench shoveling in a small box of fried rice when Yao started to tug on his conciousness.

"What is it?" He asked with a grunt in between bites. He paused and glanced up at the crowd of people walking along the sidewalks in front of him. Not too terribly far away was a blond haired girl that Yao was causing a mental riot over.

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It'd barely been a a few weeks, but Envy was easily growing impatient with the new world already. Heroes. Humans with powers. The idea was disgusting, that humans should should become so powerful. But more than that, it was troublesome. Troublesome to hide from them, to learn the pesky details of this city enough to survive in it. Envy had spent the past two weeks disguised, gleaning what information he could from Lust while spending his days among the insects, moving in and out of their number undetected with Winry Rockbell's face.

He was getting tired of her, too. Of wearing her body. The first few days, Envy had been careful. That body had been Winry Rockbell's flawlessly, every detail mimicked for caution's sake. But now that he knew what sort of place this was, how unfamiliar it was, he'd grown less wary. Carelessly neglecting the particulars, like a sloppy child. It didn't matter. He only needed not to look like himself, and it was habit that made the disguise recognizably her.

Feeling someone's stare at his back, Envy-- Winry looked over her shoulder as she walked down the sidewalk.

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And the moment she turned to look at him, Greed stood up from the bench, fried rice still in hand.

Now that was interesting.

A friend of the Elrics? At least from what he'd gathered from Yao. He wondered how he missed that on the stupid network thing. Not that ...he'd really been paying attention to it lately.