Envy (gre3n_eyed) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-04-29 17:08:00 |
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Current mood: | frustrated |
Current music: | "Little Bastards" by Palaye Royale |
WHO: Envy + Sloth
WHEN: The night of this invitation
WHERE:A not so shitty bar
WHAT: Sloth surprises
WARNING: TBD
Envy was unaware of what surprises really meant when it came to Sloth. He could brush her off and stay content in his little world, but honestly, after their night at the roach infested motel---something had changed. They had become in a bizarre sense "together". Envy was sick and tired of his siblings getting what they wanted, and this time he had something he claimed as his own. The rest of them could fuck off.
He'd managed to track down one of those political tycoons that he usually made deliveries to to strip him of his closet and clean up. He didn't own any clothing that wasn't bloody and smelled of mildew and a mass grave. Maybe he and Sloth were actually rubbing off on each other, he had something else to do than kill and maim.
Envy stood in the politician's extravagant bathroom which had more marble inside than the Vatican had statues. Everything looked breakable. For an exchange, the man let him keep the clothes (they were dated anyway) and offhandedly told him he should probably do something with his hair. It wasn't like Envy had even worn the clothes properly, as he ended up ruining the collared shirt and jacket with his ratty boots.
He'd told Sloth the name of the bar, and walked in feeling completely and utterly ridiculous. How did people actually go out to socialize?