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[exeggutorhead]

"Hey, this is Envy. I'm busy or not around, so say whatever you want here and I might get back to you about it."

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[exeggutorhead]

[With another drawn out groan, Envy just sinks right down farther under the blankets. And lifts a pillow to put right over his head.]

[Then, for good measure, he tugs the second pillow on his side free and tries to blindly aim it at her. Not that he's able to get much force behind it with one hand and at this angle. Not even by pillow fight standards.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[If the day hadn't been an emotional rollercoaster, and if Envy hadn't been literally injured, she might have hit him back with her own pillow.]

[Instead she just 'oofs' at the thump and then keeps laughing, finally trailing off into wheezes after what feels like ages but was probably only a minute or two. GOD SHE'S TIRED.]</sub>

Hoohhh....

[exeggutorhead]

[And if today hadn't been so long, he probably would have grumbled at her some more.]

[But it's been a long, exhausting, stressful day. And the space underneath the pillow is nice and dark and warm.]

[He's asleep before she even stops laughing, his breathing going deep and even.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Over the past month on the road, she's gotten very used to hearing Envy's sleep-breathing next to her. So when she turns back to him, it's obvious even under the pillow that he's drifted right off.]

[After the day she's had, she doesn't feel that far behind him.]

[So, not bothering to stifle a yawn in the process, she reaches over to shift the pillow a little bit so that he has room to breathe properly, before rolling over and shutting her eyes, herself.]

[Within a few minutes, her own breathing has joined rhythm with his.]</sub>