gonna wrap it up because poor envy gonna have an asthma attack if they aren't already

As a tidal wave of nostalgia and self-depreciation swarmed like pestilence— he knew that from somewhere (it seeped into his bones in his lethargy)—theft suddenly lost its merits and worth. Priceless and useless came to mind as he thought of the rocks in his mouth. Adrenaline was running low and the kick wasn't quite as euphoric as he'd imagine it to be. Turning back to the weasel, he stopped. Averting his gaze to his own feet, he spat the stones out and hastily shined them on his chest. "Ah don't wint 'em anymorh," he murmured, pride only slightly broken as he gave up. He just wanted to think—perhaps write.

With that final statement, he swung down over the edge of the stairway, precariously moving down each level with significant ease. Not really caring if the weasel pursued or not, Howl moved towards the Core.

/exit howl

@Envy

They'd finally caught up to the hybrid hooligan- but they were gasping and panting, heaving tortured breaths with every ginormous step they hauled themselves up. Envy could barely breathe, but sucked in their breath and let out a yell, shrill and gasping. "I've- got- you-... now... get ready.. to... -huh?" The strange hybrid was cleaning, and tossing the stones back towards them. Envy stared as if they'd just grown an extra head, still heaving deep breaths.

Well- that was what they'd wanted, wasn't it? No? They'd wanted to make a statement. To show the hybrid that if they tried stealing from them again, then they'd pay a heavy price. But alas, the weasel could only watch helplessly, sides heaving, as he took his leave.

Bastard.

Envy set to work gathering the stones in a halfhearted fashion, slinking halfheartedly back the way they'd come, and struggling between gasps to re-absorb the energy that they'd wasted on the stupid monkey.

-exit envy-

"speak."