"Stop running, coward!" Envy calls behind you, though the bark is follower by giddy laughter. It was too quiet for Envy's liking; how else to get your attention but to initiate a not-so-gentle romp? There's a red crackle behind you, followed by a black hound trailing after you. Envy uses that form to catch up to you— he makes sure he's back to his default human one when he tackles you.

You both land unceremoniously on the floor, Envy giggling above you. He lets himself be pushed away, kicked and bitten— it's all part of the game.

"I swear, babies could fight better than you." He teases, reaching out to give your hair a tug. While he does take some care into not truly hurting you, he only cares if you bleed.