Envy's Office, The Hegemony Compound, Brazil, Sunday Evening

[whenshewasnice]

"What? He called?!"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I forgot to tell you."

"You forgot?"

"Are you smoking? You smoke?"

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Another stellar couple of weeks back in Toronto. Kid Chameleon was getting courted by actual record labels, while Envy's boyfriend was conveniently forgetting to tell her when their representatives called

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[lockestheway]

"The ambassador of Moldavia won't stop calling me," Peter said, parking his expensively besuited shoulder against the wall of her office, right around the door. "Something something diplomatic disaster in the making something something please can you get this guy off my ass?"

And hello, Envy.

[whenshewasnice]

"Tell his ambassadorness that we understand his concern but do not think the matter necessitates our input at the present time," Envy replied with a slight drawl without looking up.

Then she did look up. "Or just tell him to freaking stop calling."

Hello, Peter.

[lockestheway]

"They were talking about a potential plebiscite before all of this went south," Peter said, pulling a face. "I've tried. I've even told the secretary to stop routing his calls. He was on our doorstep for an hour this morning."

[whenshewasnice]

"... Really?"

Envy's eyebrow was way up for that.