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.

[lockestheway]

"I seriously considered throwing one of our questionable mess hall pastries at him," Peter said, "But that wouldn't be Hegemonly."

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, if he turns up again, I can go be stern but professional." Or practice distracting with her cleavage. Whatever. "Without pastries."

[lockestheway]

"You could probably get away with one pastry," Peter noted.

[whenshewasnice]

"I will only throw pastries under extreme duress," Envy retorted. "At most, I'd spill a drink on him accidentally on purpose."

[lockestheway]

"The mess started serving grape juice while you were gone," Peter said.

[whenshewasnice]

"So really, we should invite him in for some juice. And then spill some on him." She nodded. "Are we sure that won't be a diplomatic disaster?"

[lockestheway]

"It depends on how subtle you play it," said Peter, who wasn't about to admit to exaggerating the entire debacle (though not by that much) because she had I-need-work-face.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy rolled her eyes at him. "Please, who do you think you're talking to?"

Subtlety was her game. Well, that and being infuriatingly vague.

[lockestheway]

"There's always a risk you're going to show up in five-inch red high heels," Peter said dryly, peeling himself away from the entrance.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy shuffled some papers aside. "I'm not sure I follow that train of thought."

[lockestheway]

"Your wardrobe's been getting very 'hey, I'm here'," Peter said. "Which is not a criticism, by the way."

[whenshewasnice]

"Of course it's not. You like it when I'm here." Both in the general sense as well as well as the more particular way that had to do with her appearance.

She wasn't going to be done with paying extra attention to the latter anytime soon. (In fact, she was going to make a career out of it.) "But I still don't see how that would interfere with my plan of spilling juice on an ambassador. You'd think the distraction would make it easier. I would just have to keep my hands and my glass below chest-level."