Pride looked at Wrath. "He really does. Which is why we're helping him," He stated, flicking a pen cap in her general direction, but not hitting her. He made a calendar showing the days of the week on a piece of paper, labeling each day and writing breakfast- lunch- and dinner- leaving space for Gluttony to write what she was making each day.
Wrath crossed her arms grumbling, "You can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped." But Pride would never understand, he was just too….proud… to admit defeat.
"Saving's fine, but don't forget to treat yourself every now and then. And if you can't afford that, then get a better paying job." Greed frowned. Jeez…He really is being milked for all he's worth, huh? "Well, I guess I should let somebody else talk to you now. See you soon." With an offhand wave like he gave the other sins when entering the room, Greyson left. "He's all yours," he said to the next spirit in line whos name the narrator forgot.
Adagio watches him go before sighing and curling into a tiny ball. He was exhausted, and wasn't really sure why. Was it his depression kicking in again? He wasn't sure.
(Next is Lust)
(I’m at school, rn. I can post in a few hours when I’m home. Heh)
(I’m back meow)
“Alright,” She muttered under her breath. She entered the room in which she found Adagio curled up, or as the others called him, the sad potato. “Hello.”
"Hello." Adagio replies softly, sighing quietly.
“How are you, dear?” She asked. She assumed that Adagio was overwhelmed by the others, he also could perhaps have depression.
(H-hewo??)
"I'm fine I guess…" He mumbled softly. It was a lot to take in, so many people talking to him at once. It made him uneasy, since he didn't know what they wanted from him.
She raised an eyebrow and floated closer. “You guess . . .” She said. “Now, moving on to why I’m here. I am Lust, if you remember. I’m guessing, you’re gay?” She tilted her head sideways, looking at him.
He glances up at her, his eyes wide. He was still in the closet about that. He looks down. "Yeah." He says softly and looks away, sighing quietly.
She smiled. He’s shy about this, How cute! “Do you currently have any desire to be in a relationship? Or have you thought about it at all?”
He shrugged. "I've thought about it…" He mumbles softly. Adagio didn't exactly know how to react.
Pride listened closely to Lust's conversation with Adagio. He knew that himself and Lust would have to work together if they want that sad potato to get anyone.
Adagio curls into a tighter ball, sighing softly, shaking his head. He was exhausted.
“You need rest dear,” She stated. “It’s not healthy for humans to always be deprived of sleep.” So, he thought about it. As much as I hate the idea, Pride will need to help with this.
He shrugged. "Okay." He mutters softly. Adagio looked so tiny… So vulnerable.
She sighed and shook head. “I’ll talk with Pride and see what we can do.” He does look sad though. Lust thought as she looked at Adagio, curled up tight.
Adagio nods. He doubt they could help him though. He was an emotional wreck, barely able to function. He was a lost cause, as he believed.
“We’ll figure something out, something to help you, dear.” She took a last look at him and returned to the other room. “Pride? I’m assuming you were listening?”
Pride nodded at Lust. "He is so sad. I'll go in and talk to him then we'll figure stuff out." He entered the bedroom. "Hey. I'm Pride. Let's have a chat, shall we?"
Adagio looks up when Pride enters, his eyes shutting before he settles down again. "Yeah. I guess." He mutters softly.
Pride groaned loudly. "Okay, let me get a few things straight. And no gay jokes for a minute. I'm not going to be taking any of your crap. So sit up, speak louder. We're going to help you," He stated. "Got it?"