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[cobbledtogetherenvy]

[No recording. Envy doesn't want to talk to any stupid humans.]

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[thefatedpath]

[ She sighs at the lack of response. ALL RIGHT, then.

Alisaie stands up, rounds to the backside of the couch, and lifts it from the bottom intent on turning it on its side. She will tip you right out of it to get your attention if she has to! ]

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

[Here, Envy has an unexpected defense. His weight massively outstrips his size. The amount of force necessary to move a sofa and what appears to be a skinny teenager doesn't budge him. It feels like something approximately the size of a small elephant is lounging on the sofa.]

[thefatedpath]

[ She tries pushing instead. That doesn't move it. She tries to leverage her weight by pushing her back into it. Nothing.

Oh, bother.

She huffs a sigh of frustration and rounds the couch again to look down on her Inmate. ]

Are you going to get up, say anything, or just lie there?

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

You're the one foolish enough to buy into this little game of the admiral's. It doesn't feel like my problem.

[thefatedpath]

Your circumstance is no game. If you need help, then I am offering my services to help you.

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

Is that all? I don't. Goodbye.

[thefatedpath]

I am not leaving. I can stand here all day if I must.

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

I honestly don't know what you think is going to happen, but if it makes you happy.

[thefatedpath]

Hmph.

[ Alisaie takes up a post near the south end of the couch. And so she stands there, arms folded. All. Day. ]

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

[Envy thrives on glares and has the patience of an undying thing. He does turn the TV on eventually, though.]