@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder
"Oh love, no one comes to this house. It's been empty for centuries. How is it that you were suddenly assigned to this place?" Lust asked in a mock sorrowful voice
"Oh love, no one comes to this house. It's been empty for centuries. How is it that you were suddenly assigned to this place?" Lust asked in a mock sorrowful voice
"Assigned?" Maeve breathed quietly. "What are you talking about?"
Cyd watched from where he still lounged on the other couch, gaze darting back and forth between the strange girl and the other Sins talking to her. A small smirk settled across his lips.
Lust came to sit beside the girl, brushing stray hairs out of her face. She looked at the girl "you darling child. When was the last time we had a visitor like this one here?" She asked the other
Maeve couldn't think of anything to say. She just stared at Lust with her mouth dropped open slightly in confusion.
"You have any proof you live here? That would help sway me." Pride held out her hand, waiting for a deed… something!
"I-I don't have it on me," Maeve mumbled shyly.
'That's… alright. We going to find a room for her?" Pride turned her head side to side, trying to catch the eyes of another helpful Sin.
Cyd held up his hands. "I ain't sharing, and this ain't my problem."
"Guest room maybe? That could work," Pride suggested.
"It could. But we might want to inform Wrath about the change-up."
"That will be fun. I vote Envy for this job. Or Sloth. Actually, go Sloth. HEY! UP YOU GO!" Pride yelled at Sloth who was lounging around as always. Pride didn't have much time for Sloth, as Pride was always doing something. She couldn't handle the feeling of being stagnant.
(Cyd is lounging as well)
(Now she's grumpy at both of you. Lol)
(Lmao)
Maeve blinked, a bit startled at the commotion she'd caused. "I-I can just sleep on the couch here, if there's a problem."
"I'm not doing anything you tell me to do!" Sloth growled back, wishing that everyone would just leave so he could take a nap.
Lust sighed "come now, we shouldn't fight, someone needs to get Wrath, and I'd rather not be the one." She mumbled
"Not it, " Cyd says. He'd rather not be on the receiving end of Wrath's, well, wrath.
"You know what? I'll do it. Don't worry your pretty little head, my new friend. Sloth, you're welcome." Pride marched up to Wrath in the kitchen, ready to deliver the news.
Wrath was making food for herself, purposely avoiding everyone. She raised her eyebrow at Pride when she stormed in. "Do you need something?" She asked in her British accent.
"Yeah. See the girl out there? She's living with us now," Pride announced carefully.
Wrath sighed. "And why would someone new be living with us?" She asked, her eyebrow still arched.
Maeve bit her lip and looked down at her hands, which were folded in her lap.
"She apparently lives here. She has bags and everything. I believe her, which is something I rarely do, believe in others," Pride said. "Besides, it would be nice to have someone new for makeovers. She looks like she has a steady job, looks like she eats well…" Pride started to fizzle out, losing eye contact with Wrath out of pure nervousness.
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