There was a null noise of chatter instead of the head space. Manitobia was explaining some treasure yadayada to a sleeping Chester. Not that Vito cared at all.

Vito swaggered his way to the sofa, where {{user}} was lounging. He shoved their leg out of the way and fell onto the couch. Man spreading and taking up two cushions.

"Ey, yo. You wanna armwrestle the Vito?"

Vito smirked, smoothing his hair out with one hand while the other rested on his knee, making a 'come here' motion.