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

[exeggutorhead]

[Okay so at least there wasn't an immediate IT'S YOU. That points to both not remembering and hopefully being from before anything happened.]

[But Hughes is just as talkative as Envy remembers him being. Wow.]

So you're making him angry on purpose, then? I guess you don't like having fingerprints.

[notcominghome]

Roy wouldn't burn off my fingertips! Maybe just give me blisters... But I'm not trying to make him mad. I'm just stating the truth. I'm sure you feel the same way about praising your Pokemon.

Do you have any cute Pokemon? And what's your name anyway? I'm Maes Hughes, and you've heard about my buddy Roy. Nice to meet you!

[exeggutorhead]

Yeah, sure, I've got a couple of cute ones. One of them looks like a happy pink marshmallow, can't get much cuter than that.

[Yep. Just a totally normal guy, nothing suspicious here. Envy doesn't skip a beat with his own introduction.]

I'm Eric Smith, nice to meet you.

[notcominghome]

Really!? What kinda Pokemon is that?

[He's going to collect ALL the cute Pokemon. Just watch him.]

So where are you from Eric? And how long have you been here?

[exeggutorhead]

It's called a Clefairy. [Even the name is cute.] And I've been here...around three and a half years.

As for where I'm from, it's a place called Amestris that not many people here have heard of.

[He says this like he's expecting Hughes to have never heard of it either. After all, they've never met!]

[notcominghome]

It does sound very adorable! I'm going to have to work towards finding one. Hopefully it won't take me three and a half years!

Well what do you know? I'm from Ametris too! There's really quite a lot of us here, huh? I'm from Central to be specific, what about you?

[exeggutorhead]

Really? There have been a lot of Amestrians showing up lately.

I'm from Dublith, myself. Never been to Central. You know, you seem really happy about showing up here, more than most people.

[Having a bad time back home, maybe?]

[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?