Just To Hold You Close Who: Gluttony (needsmoar) and Temperance (self_control) What: Cuddle Time. :\ Where: Temp's Apartment When: Today! Warnings: Mild language (from Gluttony, probably) and enough fluff to choke on.
Gluttony, to be honest, was on the brink of losing himself to mild hysteria - and not the mentally deranged kind. He had to fight to keep in his raucous laughter in, but the task was proving difficult the closer he got to Temperance's apartment building. He had been infinitely surprised by their last conversation, and even more pleased that his attempts at persuasion had actually worked.
Temperance had agreed to cuddle with him.
His face broke into a devious grin at the thought.
Of course, he wouldn't attempt to do anything to her, because such a thing would practically be suicide. He would be in her element, would play by her rules, and would suffer her consequences should he disobey. Too, the thought of her reporting him to Raum was enough to send chills down his spine. He did not want to go through puberty again.
Gluttony paused when he reached her building, glancing upwards to scan the various floors, and waited outside for a brief moment until someone came by to buzz their way past the front door. He caught the door just as it was closing, and slunk inside, hands buried leisurely in his pockets. He had found out from one of his contacts (As shady as that sounded, it really wasn't too difficult to get basic information off of someone.) where Temperance lived, and had decided to forgo their scheduled time, and show up a little... earlier.
A few days earlier, to be exact.
As he traversed up the stairs to the third floor, that grin on his face slowly began to wind down until he had his features under control. When he stopped outside of room three-hundred twelve, it threatened to spill over again, but he forced it back down.