Who: Asmodeus & Lust When: Monday afternoon, 9/7 Where: Lust & Desmond's place What: A lesson must be taught Warnings: Language
For all the headache that her brother was threatening, Lust couldn't argue that Envy had a pretty good eye when it came to the aspiring potentials he had passed along to her for a start up base. The morning had been a productive one, meeting with a good number of the girls and setting things up nicely, if she did say so herself. It wouldn't be very long at all before she had an operation or two set up to add to her already substantial holdings.
As a result, she treated herself to a little shopping afterward, wandering idly from shop to shop and picking out things for her, a few odds and ends that she liked for Desmond, a new sparkly little collar for Fifi that she couldn't pass by. Feeling immensely accomplished with herself, Lust didn't fight the tiredness that was fast becoming the norm, arranging for the majority of her purchases to be delivered later that afternoon since her demon lackey had yet to turn up and she was without her choice bag carrier. The very last thing on her mind was all of the headaches that were plaguing both her and her love, making a point to not give all of the troublesome ones a single thought for a while. There would come an appropriate time when all would be dealt with - the more troublesome of her brothers, the demon king with attachment issues, Des's annoying other half - but not right then.
Right then, all she had on her mind was getting home, where she all too eagerly kicked off her shoes haphazardly and dump the few bags she chose to carry out on her own onto a nearby chair. Pausing briefly to rifle through them to find her puppy's gift, the Sin called out for the dog as she padded through the house.
Perhaps it just her preoccupation with preening over a good day, the prospect of her nap or the general Not Thinking of headachy people, it took a moment to register the familiar form sprawled out in her bed, and the fact that she had been so distracted that she hadn't registered the overwhelming presence the moment she had stepped into the house. Shock bled quickly into a furious blast of temper that her and Desmond's bed had been defiled by the loathsome bastard taint, something even her puppy hadn't seemed exempt from, seeing the ball of fluff was contentedly curled up by the demon king's side on top of her bedspread.