"I've only slept nine hours over the past four days, so I'm right on the verge of a nervous breakdown," Envy said.

He bit into his phone.

Mischievous sighed. "Envy, that's not a bagel."

"Oh, shit." Envy said, looking down at his hands. He wiped the screen on his shirt. "Can you get me one?"

"Yes, but if I do that you have to sleep."

"But I'll fail the exam!" Envy protested. "I need to memorize how neural circuits are formed—"

Mischievous cupped Envy's face in his head to stop him from learning anything. "You've memorized it a week ago. Eat a bagel and go to sleep."

Envy groaned. "Fine," he relented. "Just get me the bagel first."

He complied. When Mischievous arrived, Envy was already passed out on top of his textbook.

——

Mischievous returned home to see Envy surrounded by spinning fidget spinners.

"Uh... What are you doing?" he asked.

Envy turned his head, saw his roommate, then quickly stood up. "I... can explain?"

His roommate closed the front door with his foot. "Please do."

"Okay, so remember when we all got absolutely shit-faced a week ago?" Envy asked.

"The one where Lust ended up hooking up with five different guys in that same night, Greed literally bought stocks while Charity carried her on his back everywhere, and Gluttony spiked Chastity's virgin margarita?" Mischievous asked.

Envy nodded. 'Yeah, that one. I think you built an elaborate prank to trap Witchcraft. Well, I apparently bought tons of fidget spinners."

"That explains the 25 fidget spinners around you," Mischievous stated. "I have a feeling that you've got more."

"Well..." he said, opening his bedroom door. "Spot on as usual, Mischie."

"Don't call me that!" Mischievous protested, but he went immediately silent when he saw the state of Envy's room.

His bed was absolutely covered with spinners in various sizes, styles, and colors. Same goes for his wardrobe, floor, and desk. Envy took out several more from his pocket and placed them gently on the mountain of spinners that is his desk.

"Envy, what the fuck."

"Hey, it's not like I planned an elaborate route of strings to dump baby powder on Witchcraft."

"At least that was worth it!"

"Whatever."

"How are you going to sleep?"

"The couch exists."

"For fuck's sake." Mischievous took out his phone and dialled someone. "Hello, yes, Cowardice, come help your crazy brother, he got drunk and bought an entire store's worth of fidget spinners—No, I'm not kidding—I'll send you pictures—Yes, his bedroom is filled with it, even his bed, and he's planning to sleep on the couch—Sell them to Greed? Good idea. Thanks, Dice."

"I heard everything you just said to my baby sister." Envy informed Mischievous.

"I don't give a fuck." came the reply. "Now get out of my way, I promised Dice a picture."

Envy walked to the kitchen and returned with a box of honey cornflakes cereal.

——

"Mischievous, you can't use Comic Sans for a presentation!" Envy chided.

The person who was chided—Mischievous—crossed his arms. "And why the hell not?"

Envy erased the text Mischievous had just typed in. "Common sense," he replied.

"I thought we don't condone the usage of common sense here." Mischievous frowned.