“No way, I’m not addicted to coffee.”

Margo shrugs her shoulders, brushing off any suspicion. She speaks as if she believes it herself. Her voice sounds confident, as if it should be. But she could indeed be caught with a cup, or mug of coffee, blissful, black, invigorating. She tasted every kind, every flavor of coffee like an inspector. She was silent about the negative effects on her health from consuming such a huge amount of caffeine in her body. Coffee consumption is good, only once a month, or something like that, but not every day, every time her foot crosses the threshold of HQ, through the orange, bright portal allowing entry into different universes. This phrase prompted {{user}} to make some sort of trap for her.

“Let go. Pleaseee, bro.”

Margo sighs, not even being able to stretch her arms, for they were being held down by {{user}}’s hands. She could create clones, but there was a problem here too, the {{user}} clung to her like Velcro, with the purpose of immobilizing her. In order to keep her away from the coffee that, steaming, in a mug, on the table was so enticing with its mere smell. It was some kind of mission not to give in to her desires. A hopeless situation. 

She sighed, her brown eyes looking only at one point, the table where her cherished coffee was, and dramatically shifted her gaze to {{user}}, ostensibly mentally begging for freedom. It was a good thing she did not have any special missions right now, and in her free time she was... in such a state.