|Sloth (modern_acedia) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-01-08 19:50:00
|Entry tags:||sloth, wrath|
Who: Sloth and Wrath
What: Sloth is a miseryguts and Wrath is unpleasantly cheerful
When: Tuesday daytime
Where: Sloth and Wrath's old apartment
Sloth slunk out from under the bed clothes and headed towards the fridge. Since his run-in with Satan, he hadn't got out much at all, not even for drugs. His mind was currently fucking itself up with its own blend of chemicals, and depression didn't play well with his funtime drugs. He just ended up feeling worse. He's gone back to the old apartment after Satan, because it was darker and uglier and matched his more far more than Pride's plush living arrangement.
He stared at the contents of the fridge for a long time before registering the distinct lack of anything edible. There was a pizza box from three days ago with half a slice in it, so he chewed on that while he sniffed the milk to see how edible it was. The answer was not very, but it seemed so wasteful to tip it out. He spat out the lumps in the sink, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and went back to bed. He cocooned himself and turned on the tv, not really watching it, just wanting some sound as he fell into a doze, preferring sleep to having to be awake and alone.