' the only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you. ’
utterly engrossed, half-lidded eyes quickly peruse the page, refusing to lift at the most peculiar of disturbances; beast boy’s off-key singing and idle small talk between cyborg and robin go completely unheard, if not ( irritably ) shunned.
even as envy enters the room and plummets on the couch beside her, she does not
budge, acknowledging their presence with but an absentminded pat on the arm…
…well, that was better than nothing, right?
the homunculus remains mostly unfazed. they instead respond by closing some of the distance that separated them, head inclining ever so slightly to catch a glance at their girlfriend’s selection for the day. the book thief. stricken with familiarity, envy racks their brain for its source…hadn’t she read that fairly recently? maybe two weeks ago?
not that they were complaining, of course. the sooner she finished ( or grew bored ) her book, the sooner her undivided attention would be on them.
envy’s posture slackens. a confident grin snags at their lips as she flips to the proceeding page. then, allowing themselves to relax even more deeply, they begin inwardly counting: one mississippi, two mississippi, three mississippi…
…two thousand two hundred and five mississippi. eyes warily flutter open and glaze over to raven, ever enraptured by the book thief. how the homunculus had managed to wait listlessly for half an hour without breaking a sweat was beyond them, but they aren’t willing to do it again sans incentive.
boundaries be damned, they inch noticeably closer to the empath, gingerly slinging an arm around her waist and perching their chin atop a shoulder. to their astonishment, she adjusts her position accordingly, legs draped over their lap and torso kneading into theirs. her head cants a hairsbreadth so that their eyes finally meet.
" may i help you? ” raven inquires, tone reeking of oblivion.
envy, melodramatic as always, can’t help the pout that goads their features. “ i’m bored as hell, ” they whine, bottom lip jutting out more severely. their grip on her waist tightens. “ no offense, but when are you going to pay attention to me? ”
" ...well, you’re already here, so - " a muted, nevertheless loving, smile illumines her own visage. book tumbling to the floor, her hands instead reach upward to cup their face.
envy takes this as their cue to lean forward, planting a soft kiss upon her lips.
→ KISSES MEME / selectively accepting .