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"... So I just talk? I start talking? .... Now? ... What's the light mean? ... Oh! HI, I'M WRATH, THIS IS MY MAIL VOICE, PLEASE LEAVE A--" BEEP.

[OOC: Want to thread with me but don't have a current post to do it on? Wanna send Wrath a private message? Wanna prank-call him in the middle of the night and then instantly regret it as he dials you back over and over and yells "Hello? HELLO?" into the mic? Pop a thread on here with the IC date and time and let's get playing!]

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_{[NICE SAVE.]

[Wrath shrugs this off. He doesn't see anything wrong with doing this by himself! What could go wrong?]

[He grins broadly, tipping his head slightly in time with the rhythm of the machine, not caring how his baggy shirt is bunching up under his arms and chin.]}

There's so many colors!

Envy, you should look at it this way too!

_{[JOIN HIM.]}

[Envy is really not sure about this plan.]

[At all.]

[But Wrath sounds so enthusiastic, and he does seem to have his balance. And really, it's kind of nice to have the younger homunculus invite him to join in on anything. Things between them have already been changing so much from what they were before.]

[So he sighs and pulls his arms back from Wrath's ankles, looking for the best place on the floor to do this.]

If you're asking, I guess I can try it.

[The circus comes in handy, as do the four hundred years of acrobatic practice beforehand. He goes up on his hands next to Wrath like it's as easy as breathing.]

_{[The contents of the washing machine tumbling around really aren't any more interesting to watch upside-down than they are right-side up, but Wrath certainly seems over the moon about it.]

[Mostly because Envy doing something with him at all is NEW and NEAT.]

[He BEAMS as the older Homunculus copies his pose. Now both of them are upside down, and BOTH of them are collecting a floor's worth of dust with their hair. This is great.]}

What if people walked upside-down like this all the time, and did everything with their feet?

If we still had our powers we could turn our hands into feet and our feet into hands and do it even better!

... Well, YOU could do that. I could only do it with one each. But I'd still be better than the humans.

[Envy can't help but laugh, but it's not a snide or mocking sound.]

[He's honestly fielded enough questions from Henry in the middle of the night that he can take things like this in stride. And Wrath on a normal day can sometimes be a whole lot like Henry in the middle of the night.]

Yeah, doing it with half is still better than not being able to do it at all.

We'd be the only ones with any thumbs that weren't on the ground. Imagine the possibilities.

[Talking to a stoned Henry at 3AM is honestly remarkably like talking to a troubled eight-year-old.]

[His grin only grows wider when Envy plays along. Back in Amestris, Wrath knows from experience that Envy would have just brushed him off with anywhere from irritation to outright disgust.]

... We'd be the only ones who could peel oranges!

We'd get to have every orange.

[Another amused snort.]

[Wrath is right about that, Envy would have had exactly no patience for this back in Amestris. None of them ever did, really. But things are different now, five years later.]

Every single one. But why stop there?

You can't unwrap chocolate bars with just your toes, either.

_{[WRATH LIKES THE SOUND OF THIS SCENARIO.]}

... We'd get to have all the oranges AND all the chocolate!!

_{[Envy ALWAYS thinks of the best ideas!]}

Everyone would be so jealous!

_{[He sways in his enthusiasm, overbalancing slightly to the side before catching himself.]}

All those humans, jealous of us. How great would that be?

[As much as he doesn't have a problem with humanity anymore, there's still something of a disconnect there and probably always will be. He doesn't even sound bitter, like he would have making that same joke a few years back.]

[He does see that wobble though. He decides to give it a little longer before he tries to stop the game. For now, he's enjoying it.]

SO jealous! SO great!

_{[Wrath really has no problem with humans at this point, either-- even if he doesn't remotely buy that he truly IS one, he's still FRIENDS with plenty of them, and very few humans have actually hurt or mistreated him here.]

[But some things just can't ever be completely unlearned.]

[Of course, now that he's getting REALLY enthusiastic, and he starts to sway, awkwardly stepping forward and back on his hands to compensate. DON'T STEP ON YOUR HAIR WRATH]}

[Envy lets out a full on Evil Cackle in response, before he notices that Wrath is starting to have some trouble. Whoops, time to prevent disaster. RESPONSIBILITY???]

[He comes down from his handstand, a little red in the face, and stands back up to hold onto Wrath's ankles, keeping him upright.]

Hey, careful, you won't be able to have any foot-hand oranges with a broken leg.

[Would he actually break a leg? Maybe? Humans are fragile, it could happen.]

_{[Just in time-- right as Envy's getting to his feet, one of Wrath's hands stamps straight down on his trailing disaster-mop of hair and he starts to topple with a yelp, only to be halted by the saving grace of Envy's support.]}

--oh! Thank you!

I don't want a broken leg.

Those don't go away here so it would just be broken forever.

_{[Human healing has in fact been explained to Wrath but to a Homunculus, the thought of having to deal with a serious injury for more than about five seconds might as WELL be 'forever'.]}

[Wrath had said thank you! To him! Envy feels a completely involuntary grin coming on, and that line of thought is what gets this to come out of his mouth instead of just laughing and agreeing that yes, it would be broken 'forever':]

Well, I'm your brother, I have to look out for you.

[...OH.]

[Honestly, it's not like Envy had thought of this as a secret. It was just...the sort of thing he doesn't really mention or talk about, especially when the alliance with Wrath was still so relatively new and possibly just as fragile as a human bone. But it's out there now, no unsaying it.]

_{[It catches Wrath by surprise, hearing that word out of Envy's mouth-- and he presses his chin to his chest to look up at the older Homunculus with wide eyes.]}

--you are?

... You are!

_{[There was always some sort of sibling-like camaraderie between Dante's servants, even if it was dysfunctional and... very rarely positive. But no one ever said it, ever.]}

We are brothers! Yes.

[Envy's almost nervous for a moment, in case Wrath rejects the term brother completely, but then he agrees and there's an odd tight feeling in his chest. He grins down at the younger homunculus, because he kind of can't help it.]

Yeah, yeah we are. That's what we are.

[...hey. Hey, he's still got Wrath's ankles and has had a sudden idea that will maybe keep him from sounding more like an idiot.]

[So he lifts Wrath up off the floor, turning so that he can carry him upside down against his back, swinging him lightly from side to side, laughing.]

Ha, and I've got you!

--AAAAH!

_{[OH NO he's been CAPTURED]

[This time last year, Wrath would have turned on Envy like an enraged wolverine, but he knows how to play pretend now, and they are BROTHERS so there's no reason to actually be worried.]

[He flops against Envy's back, arms dangling over his head.]}

OH NO!

Something's missing.

After turning in his quota of nabbed purse Pokemon for the day, Ralph made his way back through the base hallways feeling like something was off. His shirt was on right-side out. He'd brushed his teeth that morning. He'd locked up before leaving his dorm. What could it be?

It was when he entered the Rocket cafeteria and spotted the droopy little mop at the far end of the table with an uneaten pudding cup at his elbow that it registered. There'd been no barrage of questions when he set foot inside the base. No weird drawings or 'gear messages needing translation were shoved into his face. Huh.

Slowly Ralph sidled over to where Wrath sat, brows knitted in something like concern. Was he sick?

"Hey, kid...what's eatin' ya?"

When a pudding cup exists within five feet of Wrath and doesn't get eaten instantly, you know something's wrong.

Wrath tilts his head where it sits on the edge of the table so that his hair falls away from his face enough to peer up at Ralph with one eye. His mouth is tugged down in a morose little frown. He has no reason to keep his feelings on the matter hidden-- he doesn't even know the meaning of the word of discretion. When the Homunculus Wrath is upset, everyone gets to know why.

"Lust and Alphonse are away and I'm sad. Alphonse was going to show me how to ride a bi-cycle but then he left."

The bench creaked loudly as Ralph sat down next to him and the entire table tipped up just slightly.

"Aw,squirt, I'm sorry..."

He had been wondering why Lust wasn't showing up at the gym. He didn't know this Alphonse too well and he had a terrible growing feeling in the pit of his stomach. His hand started to reach for his gear...but stopped. Instead, he rested an elbow on the table.

"How long have they been gone?"

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Smart, Ralph.

The little boy sits up a bit and sighs, counting quietly on his fingers.

"... At least five days."

A few people had told him Al was gone for good-- he didn't believe it. The older boy had already established a tendency to sometimes leave for extended periods of time without saying anything and Wrath just knew that was what had happened this time.

As for Lust, she left sometimes too, to go to her little Violet City getaway, and didn't like to be bothered in that time.

But he was still upset.

Five days. That was creeping up on a week. He didn't really like the sound of that. Ralph hummed and shifted his shoulders where he sat slouching and eventually came to a decision.

"Well...I may not be an expert, but if they don't show up soon, I could show you how to ride a bike."

That makes the boy perk up.

It doesn't change the real underlying issue, of course, but Wrath is at the very least easily distracted.

"Really? You'd do that? For me?"

The boy's surprise really makes Ralph realize that he's gone and done it now. He's committed to this. He was gonna cheer this little kid up and that meant actively teaching wolfboy something.

That he had never actually done.

They don't make bikes that are Ralph-sized.

"Course! We're teammates after all!"

Poor Ralph.

You tried and now you're paying for it.

Looking quite a bit less droopy than he had a moment ago, Wrath turns in his seat to face Ralph, positively lit up.

"Thank you! Thank you, Ralph! You are--"

A pause, as he's clearly thinking.

"... a medium-temperature cat!"

The wrecker opened his mouth. And then shut it. There really was no end to Wrath-isms, was there? Instead of asking him what on earth that could mean or offering a slightly more correct substitute, he just pointed both index fingers at the kid.

"Right back at ya."

Looking over the moon, Wrath lifted both hands and, after a quick comparison glance to make sure he was doing it right, parroted the motion.

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