He stepped into the record store with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth completely disregarding the 'no smoking' sign that was parked outside on the door. When the shop owner started to protest Envy gave him a glare with his finger slicing across his neck in warning. He had a knife and he'd use him as target practice if he so much as told him to leave.
Envy wasn't sure what had pulled him into a record store, he just had that inkling that he needed to step inside. His insides were tinging and pulling in all directions. They were basically being drawn and quartered under his skin and it was disturbing.
It was hard not to miss the glitterbomb that walked inside. Someone had vomited that shit all over her and somehow it still looked.....pretty.