|Chance Avaritia "Greed" (better_than) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-07-17 21:42:00
|Entry tags:||greed, sloth|
Who: Girl!Sloth and Greed
When: [Backdated] A while ago!, in June sometime :P
Where: Pizza place
What: Greed gets to grope girl Sloth
Sloth shuffled in her singlet top and hoodie, trying to adjust to the feel of clothing on narrower shoulders. It was kind of weird, wearing her usual jeans with the belt synched in. Not that she’d had wide hips before, but the fit was kind of weird and baggy. Going braless was fine though. She’d always hated the impossible undergarments women inflicted on themselves.
She was going to find Greed’s current abode, and get the weed he’d promised. Well, semi-promised. Anyway, she wanted some weed and she was out of it at home. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed Greed’s number.
“Oi, where are you now?” she said as soon as he picked up. “You promised me a smoke.”
Greed had still kept his current location under a tight lock and key unless it was his girlfriend. Lust didn’t even know where he lived now and he’d rather keep it that way from family. He got the itchy feeling any of them would light a match just for kicks to watch it explode the same way Lucy had. Even though Sloth probably wouldn’t be bothered enough to care, Greed wasn’t taking any chances. His stuff was his substance.
Sloth had actually come out of hiding quicker than he’d expected. “I got it, just sit still. I’ll meet you out by that pizza place in Little Italy.” There were a lot of pizza places, but Sloth would stop at the first one and not bother to go further. “Give me fifteen minutes. You’ll get your smoke.” And Greed was hungry. He had to think that since dating Zoe he’d picked up a hungrier appetite for the lack of physical activities he could do with her not in a deadzone. He had Lust who was always ready with arms wide open to fuck his brains out, but the less time he spent around her the more time he had with his prized possession. Zoe.
Sloth blew a breath out between her lips. “Fine. You’re buying.” She hung up and found a bus to take her out that way. Jesus, why was Greed so cagey about letting people in? Fuckin weirdo.
She found an outdoor setting outside a pizza place and sat down to wait, tapping her fingers on the table. The place looked a little fancier than the other place she’d seen. Though she didn’t care, she knew Greed would not want to eat as a greasy dive. That this one had outdoor settings at all was posh enough.
"Fine," he growled hanging up. Greed was running really low on funds. All his excessive spending, all his trips overseas just to have sex with his girl, now the boat he had bartered out of Theseus---he was hanging on tight to what he had left. It was a wonder his job hadn't thrown him with a boot to the ass. They may have been contemplating it already.
He showed up still lookingstylish. Not even Sloth would guess he was scraping the bottom of the barrel.
Sloth was sipping a coke when Greed showed up looking for her. She sat there for a moment watching him, then coughed loudly. She didn’t understand fashion, but Greed had a way of always looking put together.
“Hey sugartits, lookin for a good time?”
Sloth may be a girl now but Greed found himself still hunting down the skinny ass boy he was used to. Once Sloth actually spoke up, Greed turned his head sharply in the direction of the voice.
"Holy shit!" There wasn't anything special, Sloth still looked like a homeless man with a paper bag for a house. Only this time he had tits and a vagina. Greed circled around. This newfound habit of his siblings was an interesting one. He finally took a seat but scooter up beside Sloth. As expected, Greed's eyes went straight to the noonday which were looking at him with the lack of bra.
Sloth snapped her fingers in Greed’s face. “Try not to be so obvious, you’ll be arrested,” she said, picking up her coke. She didn’t mind Greed’s curiosity so much, but she couldn’t help feeling a bit self-conscious. “It’s like you’ve never seen tits before.”
"I've seen plenty of tits. I've just not seen your tits." He already had a finger out ready to poke. He hadn't been joking when he said he wanted a feel. "Besides asshat. You're not wearing a bra. They're just asking for attention."
“They’re not big enough to need one,” Sloth retorted. “Besides, I don’t do what society wants me to do. Fuck the Man. I wanna free-boob it.” She sniffed and slurped her Coke, eyeballing Greed. “Are you really gonna grope my tits in public?”
"At least they're not like fried eggs. Those are the worst!" He howled with laughter. When he finally settled a scooted his chair a little closer with a loud scraping noise from metal against pavement. "I dunno can I?" He asked in the most serious voice possible.
“Oh right, the worst, you fuckin superficial jerk,” Sloth retorted, pulling a face. “What’s in it for me, in letting you anywhere near my funbags?” She folded her arms across her chest. “Show me your goods, I’ll show you mine.”
"What's in it for you? I got a shitload of pot for us." He waved his hand between them. "Or has your girl self completely forgotten how we roll----wait are you asking to see my dick or my man boobs?" He eyed Sloth suspiciously. It was hard to tell.
Sloth sighed and rolled her eyes. For a moment there, it was tempting... but she couldn’t be bothered, and she didn’t need Lust on her ass again. Especially that. Sins knew how to hold a grudge. “You don’t have man boobs anyway. Alriiiight, fiiine, but you know we can’t smoke out here. What’s the point in the munchies before the weed?” She unfolded her arms and unzipped her hoodie, holding it open. “Hurry up then.”
He grabbed his chest with a squeeze of his own, which alone caused a few stares. "I dunno they look pretty gropable." Once Sloth held the jacket open he couldn't resist. For some reason it felt odd. He was too used to his brother's make counterpart. He gave a good squeeze or two (probably for too long). "Not too bad. They're not very perky." It was a little like squishing a soggy apple.
When the waitress came over he grinned with the gleam of white teeth and pulled his hand back, closing them together on the table. "2 large pizzas with everything," he circled his finger around to make his point. He looked over to Sloth. "I dunno I'm starving these days." He was channeling his other brother's extreme when he wasn't hopped up on sex pheromones.
“Well you’re not very good at groping them,” Sloth said, a little crossly, as she firmly zipped up her hoodie again and slouched down in her chair, arms folded. “Maybe you’re eating for two, that’s why you’re hungry. Watch out, you’ll get man boobs after all.”
"Well yours are a lot scrawnier than Zoe's." He thinned his lips together. "There's not a lot to grab onto." Greed patted his stomach. Lust had complained he'd gotten a little soft these days, losing some of his hard, solid muscle in the middle. He was still built like an underwear model. "Are you saying I'm fat?"
“I don’t know, do you think you’re fat?” Sloth replied, putting her hands to her breasts to feel for herself. She was practiced at undermining self esteem, both her own and others’. “Okay, they’re not big, but they do the job still. They’re not saggy or anything.”
He pinched some skin between his fingers which had a little more meat in it than he was used to. Greed was very vain, so it was less than admirable to even feel like he looked unattractive. “Lust seems to think so.” He groped the air as if it were a breast. “They’re not saggy but they ain’t perky either. I like some lift.” He wasn’t sure how to feel still about his brother turned hermaphrodite sister (at least that’s how Greed explained it to himself). Of course, Sloth wasn’t the workout-type. There was little he did in his appearance in either gender.
“Oh, well, so long as they are to your liking,” Sloth said, rolling her eyes mightily. “You’re too used to the idealised boobs of Lust. If anybody knows what the perfect sexual body looks like, it’s her. So if she thinks you’re too fat to be perfect, you probably are.” She glanced Greed up and down as he groped himself, lifting one eyebrow. “Not all of us are as choosy as her, though,” she added, a little suggestively.
Greed felt eyes on him, it was attention just the same so he continued to inspect himself. “Shutup,” he poked his side, his pecks, then his stomach in a whiny grump. He threw up a curious brow when Sloth brought up some underhanded compliment. “Are you---” he eyed her warily. This gender female Sloth was throwing his senses all off. “you’re checking me out aren’t you?” Sloth in this form however female though didn’t run on his usual tastes. Then again neither did Zoe.
Sloth shrugged one shoulder. “So what if I am?” she said nonchalantly, straw of her Coke between her lips, tongue teasing at the edge of it. “I thought you liked being checked out.” She tossed her hair, looking away in what was supposed to be a coy manner. She wasn’t well practiced at being coy.
Greed sat back in his seat, his hands rested on his thighs. Sloth was hitting in him with titties. This was new and odd. "I do. I'm gorgeous why wouldn't you?" Sloth however had not picked up the pretty genes.
Sloth rolled her eyes at that. "Typical Greed," she said, rolling a strand of hair around one finger. She still wasn't used to the length and kept getting it caught on things. "Haven't you fucked all our other siblings anyway?" She looked up and smiled as the waiter chose that moment to bring them their food, and tried to be a little flirty towards him to annoy Greed. "Hey cutie, what time do you get off?"
“No,” he pointed up his index finger. “I have not. Lust is obvious. Pride once, and Wrath gave me a BJ once.” That was about the extent of his family fuckings. Envy kind of did the disappearing act and the rest really weren’t his type.
Greed rolled his eyes trying to see just how far Sloth could get with his watered down techniques. It was kind of funny for Greed as much as it was annoying. Greed smiled as he rubbed his chin with his finger. “Do you even wash and brush your hair?” Which made the waiter look away as they put the food down.
“Do you need anything?” They asked.
Greed laughed out loud, rubbing his hand against his leg. “She needs a fuck apparently.” So crass.
“Shut the fuck up, you dumb cunt!” Sloth exploded, punching Greed rather hard in the arm. “If you won’t do it, I gotta try elsewhere, don’t I!” She grit her teeth and turned her back on the waiter, waiting for him to leave awkwardly, thinking he’d definitely not get a good tip now. “You’re such a fucking stupid fucking... face.” She punched him again, less hard but on the same spot, for good measure. “You better have good weed or I’m throwing you under a bus.”
"Heeeyyyy!" Greed whined rubbing his arm gingerly. For a girl she hit pretty well, even with the lazy effort. "I got a fucking girlfriend leave me alone." Plus Lust was satisfying his sexual appetite when he needed it. Other mortal girls just kind of had no interest for him now. They just didn't stack up.
"Oh its gooood." He started to chow down on his pizza because he had to put his excess appetite somewhere.
“It better be,” Sloth muttered, pulling one of the pizzas towards herself. “Or else.” She glowered at Greed, still feeling annoyed as she started chewing. How dare he interfere? But it was typical of him. Had to have all eyes on himself at all times. “How come you’re allowed a mortal fuckbuddy but you scare off all the ones I’m interested in?”
“It will knock you on your ass!” He peered over checking out the corners of her chair. “Well, if you had much of one.” Sloth was just skin and bones. He was quick to jump in defense of his fuck toy as Sloth put it (it was a fuck toy but with...certain regulations. “Because....it’s fun.” He shined his pearly white teeth in Sloth’s face. “Besides, he had a skinny upper lip. Looked like he was mauled by a lion.” Vanity would always run deep. Greed had to have pretty things. Sloth was a little lazy. “Do I have to find you a good looking fuck toy?”
Sloth pulled a face. “I don’t care what they look like,” she muttered. “I don’t even want to do it anyway.” She hunched her shoulders, becoming defensive. Besides, she had 4chan, even though she hadn’t heard from him since she’d changed. Maybe she should see what Joey was doing? But that was more of an occasional thing when she was bored, and besides, Joey didn’t know what she was or why she’d turn up as a girl. “Who cares, it’s only sex. Why bother. Nobody’s gonna find me hot anyway.” The bottom had dropped out of her confidence, and she didn’t want to put herself out there only for Greed to humiliate her anyway.
Greed slapped his hands together. “Sloth seriously? True you’re not the prettiest in the family...” He shrugged pointing towards the waiter there in the back that had stumbled over his own feet. A lot less derpy than the one who had served them their food. “Go for that one.” Greed was going to give Sloth a lesson in how to really snag a good lay.
Sloth glanced at the waiter in question, and pouted slightly, shrugging it off. “Don’t want to. He won’t like me.” She was a product of her representation, all inability to act due to self-doubt. She dropped her eyes to her food, putting down a half-eaten slice as her appetite ebbed against the flow of depression.
Greed rolled his eyes with a loud, obnoxious groan. Sloth could be so draining. It was like sinking into a black hole without a way to get out.
He snapped his fingers in front of her face. "Your no Lust or Pride but stick those puppies out. If he's looking down at 'em, you might be surprised." He tugged at Sloth's shirt trying to tug the neckline down. If Sloth wouldn't make an effort, he would.
“Get off!” Sloth slapped Greed’s hands away, crossing her arms protectively across her chest. She frowned at him, zipping her hoodie up to the neck. After a long minute of staring each other down, she groaned loudly and unzipped it quickly to mid-chest, allowing a little chest to show. “You’re not going to get it to work, though,” she huffed.
Greed mocked her arms, crossing his own with an expectant look. He wasn't going to take no for an answer. He grinned happily when she caved and he clapped his hands, fingering the zipper just a hair more downward.
"Trust me, they're still tits. Use 'em." Greed then proceeded to flag form the waiter. "Excuse me!" He said obnoxiously. He shoved Sloth's barely eaten pizza and looked angry. "There's ducking mushrooms on my sister's pizza. She doesn't like them. I said no mushrooms. I'm not paying for this pizza." The boy scrambled over his words. "I'm sorry sir what is it you wanted?" His eyes meeting Sloth's in between trying to make the irate Greed happy. "Sorry mam." Sure enough the boy's eyes went straight to Sloth's neckline where there was a shadow. More importantly she had no bra so he almost couldnt look anywhere else when he tried.
"Supreme pizza and no mushrooms. Get to it! How am I supposed to have a nice lunch with my sister when no one here can do their job." Greed was going to get this meal for free. That was the plan, Sloth just happened to help push it along by being there.
The boy gave her a smile, apologizing again and flitted off to fix the wrong. "Now," Greed rubbed his hands together. "When he comes back and asks what else you want you ask him out." He narrowed his eyes. "But I'm not sharing my stash with him." He tugged at Sloth's hoodie. "Good thing you didn't strap up the headlights. He's coming back."
“What? No! I can’t ask him!” Sloth spluttered, hands flailing a little. Still, Greed had removed the possibility of the two of them being on a date in the waiter’s mind quite effectively. “He looks too young. He might spit in our pizza.” When the waiter came back to stutter an apology, Sloth tried running her fingers through her hair or something, trying to look feminine.
“We’ll get you a replacement for this one, with a discount as an apology,” he said. Sloth waved a hand dismissively.
“It’s only an allergy, I can pick them off, it’s no big deal,” she tried to say, soothing over Greed’s antagonism. The waiter- Reece, so said his name badge- hurriedly removed the “offending” pizza from the table in case she suddenly decided to eat them and swell up. She glanced at Greed as the waiter began walking away, and then hurriedly got up, avoiding a poke to send her moving.
“Hey, uh, Reece, I’m real sorry about my brother, he has a temper,” she said, shrugging apologetically. “Listen, can I make it up to you? Maybe.... a drink?” She bit her lip, hopefully, and tugged her sleeves over her hands. Reece seemed to brighten up and glanced around before nodding yes, so Sloth held her hand out to take his order pad and write her number on it. She returned to sit down trying not to look too pleased.
“He just better not be a prude,” she said. “I don’t wanna draw it out.”
Greed was highly amused he got Sloth to actually move past a slump in the chair. He laughed clapping his hands when she returned. He put his arm around her with a squeeze just to make her uncomfortable. "Oh my sweet, little lazy baby brother. I think you actually have some pep as a girl. I like it."
He watched the waiter as he came back with a new pizza. "Did you get this one for free?" He said out the side of his mouth to Sloth who still looked like she could camouflage her way into the background.
“No, I’m good cop,” Sloth hissed back. She gave the waiter a quick smile and kicked Greed’s ankle under the table. “He’s not gonna do anything if he thinks I’m a pushy bitch like you.”
"Sure he will. He might dig aggressive. Who wouldn't?" Getting mauled sometimes from Lust really gave him some energy. He rubbed his afflicted ankle sticking his tongue out at Sloth. So then he said it a little louder to the waiter as he made sure the new pizza was sufficient. "You like aggressive chicks or passe?"
“Please ignore my brother, he was dropped on his head as a baby,” Sloth interjected, rolling her eyes and shaking her head to indicate that Reece did very much not have to answer that. Reece sort of half smiled and wondered if it was worth getting involved at all, but answered, “I like all types of chicks,” and tried to back away as quickly as possible.
Greed threw some his thumbs up. Maybe this human kid would prove to be decent in boning his once brother-now sister thing. “Good answer. Better give her a good time or I’m not leaving a tip.” Greed hadn’t planned on leaving a tip either way. He was stingy like that.
“We’re not doing it now,” Sloth spluttered, indignant. Although... not always a bad idea to have a quick screw in the bathroom, but Greed wasn’t exactly painting the right atmosphere for that sort of carry-on.
“You’re right. I don’t want to witness that.” Greed made a scrunched up face waving Reece off. “Okay now. You can go. Call her later. We got business to take care of.” More or less finding a cozy spot down the end of alley to smoke a joint. Greed pulled out the baggie from his pocket, shaking it in Sloth’s face quickly and then stuffed it back in his pocket. “Let’s go.”
Sloth nodded and piled the pizza up to take with her for later. “About time. Is your place closer than mine?” she said, stuffing half a slice in her mouth.
Greed waited a moment to answer. He had kept his place pretty secretive all this time. Lust or Glutt didn’t even know where his new apartment was. “I think yours.” If he could lie to the average joe, he could lie to his siblings easy.
As they got up from the table he didn’t bother leaving a tip. Greed wasn’t big on it.