<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"That's right...you will feel so much better when you let that knife drag across that flesh of yours...go ahead..." his voice soft and surprisingly comfortable as Slacker coxed the young teen as he stood in the shower. Lounging on the toilet his leg kicked up on hamper while he played with the empty roll of toilet paper. "Come on now....do it..." he said with a yawn as he adjusted his headphones and glance over at the teen who held the razor blade with trembling fingers to his wrist. <br/><br/>"The pain will stop and you can just sleep" he promised.</span></span><br/><br/>Whistling along as he walked down the street, music blaring in his headphones while he made his way down the block. A bit of blood seemed to be splattered on his shoes though he did not seem to notice or more to the point he did not care. Sensing Envy and her handy work he steered that way just in time to see her at work.<br/><br/>"Nice work" Slacker says with a yawn as he joins Envy at her little table, without her permission nor really caring either.<br/><br/>Yawning again he reached over and took her drink, it looked to be water then again he did not care what it was just that he was thirsty. Taking a sip he made a slight face at the taste of alcohol though that did not mean he was going to make the effort to get his own drink either. Glancing about as he munched somewhat obnoxiously on some ice his dull grey eyes eventually landed back on her, "Though with a bit of support from his wife he is likely to make through the night. Think you might be a bit out of practice with your skills?"<br/><br/>Now you must understand a few things about Slacker before you go judging him. One he truly just does not care about anything or anyone. Not himself, not the other sins, not the virtues, no one. He also feels that the whole world would be better off if everyone thought and felt like him. There would be no war, hate, violence or anything. No one would give a fuck about anything. But alas he was not energetic or proactive enough to even do much then make the odd ball jump or the Emo teen slash their wrists.<br/><br/>Probably for the best though since he would likely bring about the hatred and wraith of everyone if he went about trying to change the world to become more like him. So he contented himself with the bit of trouble that he caused and the frequent naps he took during the day.<br/><br/>"Anyway. Its like..." glances at his wrist where there was no watch to be seen, "Lateish...been up and about in the world of the living or whatever. Going to see if I can find a park bench to nap on..." he stand and yawns, the glass in hand still. "Work on your skills a bit...hate to see such talent go to waste...thats my job afterall" and he gave her what one could only surmise as probably the first display of emotion in his entire existence. A wink and a smile, before he was off wandering about aimlessly as usual.