"Look at her, the way she's walking along with that tray, so stiff n'proper. You can tell that she thinks she's important."

"Or you can guess." Kimblee doodles thoughtlessly on his napkin. "You can't know for certain."

He sees Envy grin out of the corner of his eye. Even with this human mask they wear now, their smile is beautifully familiar. "Maybe you can't. But I can. I've been reading humans for centuries, y'know."

"They're going to hear you," Kimblee says. He draws the contour of a motif, quickly, before he forgets; he'll commit it to proper staff paper when he gets home. "And you haven't been for centuries, strictly speaking. You're not quite two hundred, yet."

Envy sticks out their tongue, their expression amusingly offended. "As if it makes a difference to you, genius."

"Why, thank you for your kind words." The motif is written to his satisfaction; now he can afford to look them in the eye. "If you're such an expert at reading humans, then tell me; what do you see in me?"

Envy pauses, then takes a sip of their hot chocolate. "I honestly don't know," they say slowly, setting the cup down. "You're just… a challenge, I guess. It's hard to read you, but that makes things interesting."

"I try my best." Kimblee says with a smile. At least they'll be able to read that with little difficulty. "Thank you for your honesty."

"Don't get used to it." Envy looks away a little too quickly. "Now, look at that one. See, his eyes are open a little too widely. He's tired, sick, or sad, maybe, and he's trying to mask it. As if he could," they say with a grin.

"Be nice to him," Kimblee says with a chuckle. "He's trying his best. They can't all be as talented as us."

A/N: In between the drabbles, I'm trying to write some "sketches," if that makes sense. I'm just trying to do some writing that isn't perfect, and just putting it out there anyway. I'm following a list of OTP questions, but answering them as little stories rather than as direct answers.

Thank you for reading!