Some call me Greed, some call me Daddy's Disappointment, some call me the ultimate shield! Though, personally I prefer Avarice! A-V-A-R-I-C-E~ It's a pleasure to meet you~ ---------♡----------- #FMABHRP #FMARP #MVRP

“What’s happening, maggots !?” They’re baaaaaaaaack.

“Heeey, short stack !” Cackling like a madman, gladly wrapping his arms around the blonde’s torso. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it ?”

Raking their nails gently across Eddy’s abs… “What ? You are short —.”

“Isn’t it ? I know you’re dying for a punch in the face. Have you got anything important to say, huh?” Scowling clearly.

Digging their fingers deeper into his ribs with little wiggles… “Yeah.. sure , but you’ve still got that short stack energy; Eddy…”

He’s so pretty …

“Or what ?” Still trying to persistently squeeze Eddy’s stomach, sharp nails nipping and pinching his abdomen. “What ? Are you gonna get me ?”

In a tangle of homunculus limbs and human ones. Envy practically falls over Eddy trying to tickle him ! “Oh yeah ? Like that’s a threat!” Burying their face into the side of his cheek, nipping at an earlobe like a hungry creature.

Kissing along his carotid artery now, Envy is made up on the idea of making up for lost time. “Do you know how much I’ve missed you, pipsqueak?” Mwah !!

“There you go again thinking that’s some kind of deterrent..!” Shuffling downward, Envy tries to blow a raspberry on Elric’s stomach, pinning his hips down with their sharp nails. “C’mon then.. whip it out! Betcha’ won’t…”

“I only want to know the most effective way.” Letting their cheek be smooshed aside, Envy exhibits somewhat of a doleful expression( fingers still wiggling over Elric’s love handles ). “I missed you so much !” Squish…

“But I haven’t heard you laugh in forever—. It’s a pain!” Finally relenting with the tickling fingers, just letting their palms rest on the small of the blonde’s back.

"aww. It's so lost without the short - ass to boss around!"

( we pull up, maybe twice a year)

Who, me?

/ firing pistol rounds into the air. Guess whoooo!

/ love - tackles. Is that my pipsqueak ? Hey ! Did you miss me ?

I don't care how tall you get, you'll always be my short - stack . / they do push the pistol they were holding into his cheek, but it's just a bluff; discarding it in favour of cuddling Ed's middle. Just a little bit ? C'mon, you can say it.