Call Henry's Poke"gear!

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[garbagechild]

<sub>[Wrath's reply sounds perfectly reasonable to him.]

[But to anybody else... it's downright ominous.]</sub>

Waiting.

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Fffffffor...?

[garbagechild]

For you to stop.

_{[... To stop sitting there and go somewhere else, that is.]}

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<sub>[OH.]

[Well. Henry actually finds his brows furrowing a little. He isn't about to stop sitting any time soon. He'd claimed this sofa fair and square.]

[It's then that Townshend gets an idea. A wonderful terrible idea. He reaches down between himself and the sofa and pulls up a crinkly plastic bag full of Bergmints.]</sub>

Here.

_{[He holds the bag out and tips it, expecting Wrath to either a) know to cup his hands or b) eat them off the floor because of course he would. Henry isn't fussed either way.]}

[garbagechild]

[Wrath's eyes widen.]

[He knows how to put his hands out for offerings, but he doesn't really get what Henry is doing until the mints kind of go all over the place.]

[But he now knows candy when he sees it, so his IMMEDIATE RESPONSE is to dive off the couch and start grabbing up all the Bergmints with his horrible little goblin hands. And then shovel them into his mouth by the handful.]

--OH! Cold!

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_{[Henry takes this opportunity to haul both legs up onto the sofa and occupy AS MUCH OF IT AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE.]}

Good?

[garbagechild]

<sub>[It's probably a good thing that Henry was eating Bergmites and not their grownup cousin Avaltoids, because if it had been the latter Wrath had his mouth crammed full of, he'd be foaming like a rabid raccoon right about now.]

[As it is, having about fifteen mints stuffed in there is still a bit MUCH for someone who's never had so much as a hotel-room peppermint, and Wrath's eyes are watering.]</sub>

Awuhh.

_{[They're good BUT HIS MOUTH IS SO COLD IT BURNS]}

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Good, goooood. That's better than some old sofa, huh?

[garbagechild]

<sub>[He can't really answer with his mouth that full to begin with, but he's quickly starting to realize that putting so many in there was A Mistake (tm).]

[He gurgles.]</sub>

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_{[Henry is about to relax when he notices that's...not exactly...a thrilled gurgle. He sits back up.]}

Wrath, are you okay?

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Is Wrath ever okay.]

[Slowly, he tips over.]</sub>

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<sub>[....oh god.]

[OH GOD.]

[HE'S DYING!]

[Henry leaps to his feet and his his quiet Henry voice he starts calling for help.]</sub>

Envy? Lust? Wrath is--has rabies I think.

[garbagechild]

<sub>[No one is coming. Henry is too soft.]



[On the bright side, when he turns around, Wrath has seemingly recovered from his mint paralysis.]

[On the not-so-bright side, in the span of time that Henry had spent standing up, Wrath had also stolen his spot, loafed there, and is staring up at him as though nothing happened at all.]</sub>

I don't have ray bees.

I don't have any bees.

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<sub>[Henry whirls on one foot as Wrath takes over his place. He's no longer gurgling or otherwise displaying signs of impending death.]

[...THE LITTLE RAT. Henry clenches his fists. This was his plan all along!]</sub>

Yeah well...keep it that way.

_{[Excuse him as he retreats into the Ogre Hut in defeat.]}