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[cobbledtogetherenvy]

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

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[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.]