The homunculus was touring down the hall in that typically dramatic, cat-like way, with his fists closed. He was annoyed beyond comprehension and considerably tense, using his acute senses to try and figure when the next horny couple would pop out of nowhere and make him jump in horror.
... okay, so that was a little too dramatic.
Nevertheless, he was reaching the building's stairs (he refused to use those damn elevators, their technology was too weird and he didn't want to share them with another horny couple) when he heard the yell of a familiar voice. His eyes widened, slightly, immediately turning back, like an animal that had detected a potential prey.
He stared for a minute at the empty hallway, waiting, before computing everything in his mind. Then, he grinned to himself. Pacing over quickly to the source of the loud complaint, making sure he wouldn't be heard, the Sin calmly placed himself right in front of he doorstep, waiting for the alchemist to show himself and look at him. He could only imagine the expression of horror he'd have in that obnoxious little face.
"Hello, Pipsquea-"
There was an expression of horror, alright. Problem was it got stamped on the wrong obnoxious little face.
Envy stared at Edward. And stared. And then he stared some more. His jaw was dropped, his eyes were wide open and he back against the wall, staring at the freak accident in red leather shorts and buckled boots that once had been a State Alchemist.
"What... the fuck..." He pointed at Edward's garments. "IS THAT."