Chloe sits in her bed, wrapped up in blankets, eating cookie-dough ice cream from the carton while emo music blasts in the background.
Zia (fully dressed now, arms crossed): "You really ought to do something." "You can't just stay in here all day eating ice cream and playing Evanescence."
Chloe (irritably takes another scoop of ice cream): "Like fudge I can't."
Zia: "Okay, in your best interest, I'm not going to let you stay here all day eating ice cream and playing Evanescence."
Chloe (grouchy): "Yeah, you and what army?"
Zia looks at Chloe.
Zia's tail points back at her as if holding a conversation with her. Zia: "Hmm —"
Zia's tail points back at Chloe. Zia: "Just measuring troop strength, I get that there's two of us and only one of her, but she's in the cavalry..."
Characters: Chloe, Zia
Chloe, can you please not go full stereotype? Maybe dial that eleven back to like an eight?
Also, why do I get the feeling this isn't the first time Zia's talked to her tail?