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[cozen]

Eugh.

[ Preemptive, good-natured. ]

Never mind. You are not invited.

[sulahnan]

[ A playful scoff, mock-offended. ]

And to think I gave you a key to my estate!

[cozen]

[ He laughs—not much to argue, there, when it's all hypothetical—and pokes her head with his pen again. ]

[sulahnan]

[ A lethal blow! Athessa hams it up, letting her head fall back and her body slump slowly towards the ground. For the drama, she reaches up past the edge of the bench, clasping at nothing before her arm falls with a soft paff when her wrist hits grass. And thus, she dies. ]

Death rattle. [ Because it's funnier to say death rattle than to just make one. ]

[cozen]

[ The laughter doesn't really stop, during that entire performance, but it spikes at death rattle. ]

She died as she lived, [ he says to no one, since Athessa is dead; ] ridiculous and endearing.