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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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[foolishwren]

Heh.

Don't worry.

You made the mistake of lettin' me into your house, now you'll never get rid of me.

[exeggutorhead]

[He immediately puts a hand up on top of his head in mock horror.]

Oh god, we've made a terrible mistake.

The Heather Mason infestation in the office is permanent.

[foolishwren]

HEH HEH HEH.

First I invade your homes... and then I invade your hearts.

_{[She clasps her OWN face and bats her eyelashes exaggeratedly.]}

[exeggutorhead]

[He just straight up flops over on the bed, still angling the 'Gear at himself with one hand and throwing his other arm over his face.]

Noooooo...your plan was foolproof, none of us could have seen this coming....!

Now it's too late.

[foolishwren]

_{[Maybe her malevolent cackle isn't nearly as boisterous as it would have been on any other occasion than just coming off of the loss of a friend, but she's still doing it, and that's a good sign.]}

It was too late a long time ago!

I'm like, The Zyng, but with friendship instead of horrible mutations.

[exeggutorhead]

[Yeah, it's a REALLY good sign, and he'll take it as encouragement that this is working.]

So you're...what, the Fryng?

That's it, that's you.

[foolishwren]

It's meeeee.

_{[Her laughter trails off into a sigh after a moment or so, but she looks a little better than she did when she first called.]}

Man, I shouldn't watch any horror movies on the 'Gear while I'm out camping in the woods, but you guys should rewatch that in my honor.