Inside Out 2 Oneshots!

You got games on your phone? (Ennui x Joy)

There's not quite romance in this chapter, but someone develops a crush :)

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"Hey, Weewee--"

"Don't call me that."

"--what's on your phone?"

Ennui sighed in exasperation. She was lying on the couch, as usual, her phone held limply in her hand as the upbeat emotion badgered her. 

It had been a few months since the hockey camp fiasco, and the new emotions were mostly settling in. However, they were also subjected to a lot of curiosity on the part of the 'original' crew. It wasn't every day they got new people--er, emotions--in Headquarters, after all. Even Anger had taken to asking a few questions when it suited him.

Ennui's disinterested demeanor had done its job in discouraging most questions, but Joy was persistent with hers. It seemed she wouldn't be getting out of this without providing at least something of an answer, as much as it annoyed her.

"Console app," she answered shortly, showing the screen for a moment to demonstrate before turning it back to herself. Hopefully, that would be enough to satisfy the other.

It was not.

"I know that," Joy said, pressing onward. "But what else is on it? Come on, you can't just be staring at the console all day!" 

Ennui rolled her eyes. "It does not matter what else is on it. The console is all you need to know." Take the hint.

"Come on, would it really hurt so much to show me what else you've got on there?" Joy pleaded. When she realized that strategy wasn't working, she decided to bring out the big guns. She clasped her hands below her chin, her eyes growing wide and imploring. Puppy dog eyes. "Pleeease?"

Ennui stared, unimpressed. She had spent a lot of time with Envy before they came to Headquarters. She was immune to puppy dog eyes. But, she had to admit, the bright, starlike emotion was stubborn, and she was tired of trying to turn the other away. It would be faster just to show her. Then, she would finally be left alone... probably.

"J'en peux plus..." she sighed as she sat up on the couch, moving over to make room for Joy. "Sit," she said flatly. Might as well get this over with.

Joy perked up, not having expected that to work. She blinked owlishly for a moment before a beaming grin spread across her face. She bounded over to the couch and plopped herself down, leaning closer to Ennui as the other showed her the screen.

Ennui didn't bother telling the other to move back. She'd have to see the screen anyway, and she supposed she wasn't too close. She tapped onto the homepage, the default background obscured with a few apps shaped like memories.

"Here. There are a few things. News, some games, the subconscious feed..." She opened the relevant apps as she said them.

"Subconscious feed?" Joy questioned, eyes wide with interest. Ennui internally resigned herself to answering a few more questions. She turned the screen to Joy a bit more, allowing her to see the app more closely. "It looks like Riley's Instagram."

"Yes, it is similar to social media," Ennui began to explain, "but these are not real posts. See? They are generated by the subconscious." She scrolled through a few 'posts.' Some were seemingly nonsensical, while others were a bit more coherent. "They usually have hidden meanings, like some dreams do. They are easier to decipher with practice."

Joy listened intently, her gaze shifting between Ennui and the phone. She had never heard the other speak so much at once. While she still spoke flatly, her tone monotonous and bored, as always, Joy thought she seemed a bit more comfortable talking about something she was so familiar with. "Wait, so you're... keeping an eye on Riley, by doing this?"