Envy's Duplex, The Hegemony Compound, Brazil, Friday

[whenshewasnice]

Christmas and New Year had gone by. And before Christmas, the time Kid Chameleon had almost signed a record deal. Almost, because Scott had screwed it up with his refusal to co-operate. Envy hadn't been pleased. And she'd known she'd probably had no right to be as angry as she'd been, considering the Jim thing, but that hadn't actually stopped her.

She'd spent Christmas in Montreal.

Over Christmas break, Scott had gotten a haircut. And on New Year's Eve, he'd started a fight. A bad one.

And now Envy was finally back here again, and it was weird how hard she was taking it all. She wouldn't have expected this. Hadn't she been getting more than a little uncertain about this relationship for a nice long while now? Guess that didn't protect her from heart break. Or how a strangely localized little raincloud formed once she'd made it inside the apartment.

Moxy was about equally confused by this development, albeit for different reasons.

[ooc: NFB but open, yes.]

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[lockestheway]

If Peter was entirely honest with himself, he'd been avoiding Envy's apartment some since the concert. It was hard, however, to ignore the sound of indoor raining-- he dittered by Envy's door for several moments, wondering if he should call in a cleaning crew in case there was any minor flooding.

In the end, he knocked.

[whenshewasnice]

Oh, great.

The sound of rain grew a little louder – as if it came a little closer to the door. Which it did.

The door didn't open.

"I'm busy, come back later!"

[lockestheway]

Peter rubbed at his forehead. Honestly? He was tempted.

"Are you raining?" he asked.

[whenshewasnice]

There was no answer, for a moment.

Then, pettily, "I'm not raining." It was just raining above her! And no, there wasn't going to be any flooding, because it wasn't even getting her wet, nor was it hitting the floor at all.

It was strange rain.

[lockestheway]

She was producing the rain! She was raining!

"Okay," Peter said, after a long pause.

[whenshewasnice]

Please, if she was producing it, she should've also been able to make it stop! And she wasn't.

"Okay."

[lockestheway]

Peter pressed his hands lightly to the door. "Should I ask what brought this on?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Probably not."

A not insignificant part of Envy wanted to pull away from the door. But she didn't.

"It's nothing you care about."

[lockestheway]

That narrowed it down. Somewhat.

"Scott?" Peter said, taking a wild guess and feeling mightily proud of himself for not sounding like he was eyerolling.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy was rolling her eyes, and sounded like it.

"You get no points for that."

[lockestheway]

Peter did roll his eyes this time. "If I wanted points, I'd play Monopoly," he said.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy rested her forehead against the door. The water kept on coming down around her.

"Go away, Peter."

[lockestheway]

Peter sighed. "Fine," he said, pulling away from the door. "You know where to find me."

[whenshewasnice]

"Yes. Somewhere far away from here."

She'd noticed.

[lockestheway]

Sigh.

"Across the hall, this time," Peter said mildly.