Voice

[notcominghome]

-ow it works? I can't really tell if it's on. Hey Roy, what do you think?

[There's some rustling, followed by a tapping sound as what seems to be a Cyndaquil tapping against the screen of the Pokegear.]

Cynda?

I think it's working. Alright! Now that we've got this Pokegear running we've got to record our lines now for the voicemail! It's got to be something really, really adorable so that everyone who calls us will be able to remember how cute you two boys are. Look I've already got a script-

Quil Cyndaquil!

Hmm? Aw, there's no need to be mad. I don't know why you get so riled up, you ARE a cute little fire-breathing porcupin-OWCH HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT!

[The Gear falls down from Hughes's hand and clutters onto the ground, landing on the "OFF" button and effectively ending that 'recording' session.]

Comments

[notcominghome]

Do I? I didn't really notice. I'm generally a happier guy than most though so maybe that's why it seems that way.

[DON'T BE A DOUCHE.]

Well, I'd prefer to be home. I've got a lot of work waiting for me, and I don't want to get into too much trouble! I did promise my daughter I'd come home to spend time with her soon.

[Lying through his teeth, but there's no need for people to know about his own problems. His upbeat tone never misses a beat either.]

[exeggutorhead]

[HE CAN'T HELP IT. DOUCHE IS THE WILD ENVY'S NATURAL STATE OF BEING.]

[Although now Envy's thinking that maybe he got lucky and this Hughes hasn't gotten around to the getting murdered part yet. Maybe he got really lucky and Hughes hasn't even worked out any secret homunculus plans at all.]

Well, lucky for you time doesn't seem to pass back home as long as we're here. I've heard stories from people who left and came back about that.

Hey, speaking of time. What year is it for you, back in Amestris?