Sleeping Dogs Lie by AiraKay and Caketastrophe Chapter 11: Build Me Up "Once more, Wriothesley had found himself occupying Sigewinne’s Melusine-sized sofa, in her Melusine-sized house, despite being far too large to spread out on it. Somewhere, he could hear his friend moving about the apartment, navigating around his limp and lifeless form. His sock-clad feet hung haphazardly over the edge, torso twisted at an awkward angle so his arms could drape carelessly over the seat cushion and pool on the pastel teal rug. All in all, Wriothesley resembled a wacky inflatable tube man scavenged from some poor dude’s car lot and left to deflate and die. His position was exactly as uncomfortable as it looked, but the shame that hung over him like a dark cloud was oppressive enough to keep his face firmly smooshed into the cushions and his body devoid of life and comfort. He deserved the steadily developing twinge in his lower back."