Fire

Envy sat uncomfortably on the couch, twisting into a new position every now and then, and even switching forms. Nothing worked, so he decided on sleeping on the floor.

Wrath's foot broke through the creaking boards – and onto Envy's stomach.

Through is more like it.

He flew up by force, hitting the concrete ceiling; not to mention breaking his back in the process – and was alive again a split second before his face hit the ground in humiliation. Wrath, obviously seeing the humor in this, ran out of the living room, laughing. "You – !" Sloth was on the opposite couch , reading something – though Envy wouldn't have cared less – he didn't want to be drowned for the fifteenth time in half an hour. Huffing and jamming his foot into the artificial cotton on the couch, he lay down on the floor again.

Sloth looked down, her expression giving off the fact that she was raising an eyebrow – though her eyebrows weren't actually raised. "Envy, why did you do that?" She asked, not really caring or expecting an answer at all. It was either silence or temper tantrums. "You're just as fake." Would you like a hole in your head? Sloth glanced back at her book, then at Envy again. And so are you.

After an awkward silence, Sloth flipped a page as Envy violently yanked the cotton out of the couch. More silence ensued.

"Envy." It sounded like a light gasp – something emotional for once, with a little hint of surprise. "What." Envy asked, annoyed, the supposed question ending in a period. "It's you."

Envy looked up, interested, but not bothering to get off the floor. "It's you." Sloth repeated again. "Me what?" Getting irritated already, Envy stood up, snatched the book from sloth's hands, and read. "…Why do you have this?"

The book was a photo album.

His father's photo album.

Sloth didn't answer. It wasn't what he wanted to ask. "It's you." She softly repeated instead.

She watched as the book flew carelessly to the ground, inches away from her – meant to be thrown back to her, but aim not on the thrower's mind. Sloth frowned a little. Envy had only looked at the cover.

"Burn it." Envy finally said, walking out and giving the book one last look.

"That man is dead."

And he smiled.


Er…yeah. Ehehe. More noplotness. XD Review?