Who: Greed and OPEN What: Greed is on the loose. When: Sunday afternoon Where: New York streets, just after church lets out Warnings: Language
Greed had sat through an hour or more church service. Not in the back where shadows slinked, but right up front. Clear view from the pulpit with a manic grin on his face. The pastor paused in the middle of his speech many times getting the oddest sensation. Greed was certain that at the way he eyed the woman second row, there was no way he wasn't fucking her. She also had no ring, which meant she was his mistress. To Greed's left was a ten year old who had been easy to persuade to take from the collection plate. He gave the kid credit, he'd gotten creative with it, feigning sickness and dropping it as it slipped past him. Kids were easy, but not always creative.
As he walked outside into the bright sunny day, his chest puffed out. So far so good. Sunday mornings were the best. He loved stirring up the church.
Sloth sat against a wall by the church, with a large pair of shades on and an even bigger bucket of coffee in hand. He hated having to get up before noon. Dominic had wanted to go places and do things today though, and Sloth had had to go with him, since he was at Dom's house and all. Now Sloth nursed his precious life-giving coffee and pouted at everything.
He happened to glance up when Greed stepped out of the church, and hurriedly got to his feet. Greed never slouched!
"Hey," he said, lifting his cup in greeting.
It was exciting reconnecting with his fellow sins, though he'd yet to see his favorites. Gluttony was being quiet and Lust had poked her head out, but he'd not seen her. It made him a tad antsy.
Flipping the ballcap off a little boy as he jogged down the steps, Greed grinned at Sloth. The sin was clutching coffee, which was hilarious in itself. "That the only way you actually get up in the morning?" He glanced to his watch, tapping it with his finger. "It's a little early for you isn't it?"
Sloth snorted at Greed knocking the boy's hat off, and watched him come over. At the question, he pulled a face and sipped his drink. "Yeah... not my choice." He eyed up Greed behind the safety of his sunglasses. The Sin sure seemed to improve with age. He straightened up properly and shrugged. "What're you doing?"
Sloth hadn't changed at all, then again everything with Sloth could be considered a slow progression. Greed never expected too much.
He straightened his tie with a wide grin. "I think I get more handsome with each passing decade." He gave Sloth a wink. "I'm having fun with the church, isn't it obvious?" The church was one of Greed's favorite haunts.
Sloth shrugged and smiled. What Greed did was probably only really obvious to himself, but Sloth was happy to go along with it. He pushed his shades up to sit on top of his head, and hunched around his coffee.
"Sounds like effort. Why?" he asked, happy to let Greed do all the talking (and he would, Sloth was sure, given half a chance.)
Greed was quick to eye the coffee, suddenly needing a cup of his own. More importantly, needing Sloth's. He looked over with his usual curiosity. "Hazelnut, medium, or dark roast?" His brow perched high.
"Because its fun," he smiled bigger.
"Um, double-shot mocha actually," Sloth said, looking between Greed and the cup and having a funny feeling he knew where this was going. He took an extra-big gulp of it, then got his phone out to check if Dom had texted him yet.
He seemed to inch closer, getting a good whiff of the cup, with a loud and obnoxious sniff. "Can I just have a taste?" He motioned with his fingers with a small amour, though with Greed small was never in his description.
"Who you looking for?"
"My boyfriend," Sloth mumbled, making a noise of reluctance in the back of his throat. He didn't exactly pass his drink over, but he wasn't going to slap Greed if he just took it. Fighting against this sort of thing was too bothersome, and besides, what was the point? Greed was never going to change his behaviour for Sloth, that would be ridiculous.
Greed eyed it still, a slight whimper and puppy eyes before taking the cup from Sloth. If Sloth put up a protest he'd be surprised. He smelled it again taking a sip. It was good and Sloth wouldn't be getting it back.
"Oh? Curious."
Sloth shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets as he looked longingly at his cup. "Not really," he replied, scuffing a foot on the pavement.
The problem with Sloth was pulling anything out of him. It was like watching a snail make it to the finish line. So damn slow! It rattled Greed's brain sometimes, made him so incredibly frustrated! When he put two and two together he really wondered how anyone could have a relationship with Sloth if only because they didn't have the energy to pull away. He supposed it was part of what made Sloth, well, Sloth.
Greed groaned with a roll of his eyes. Really? Did he have to keep asking questions? "How'd you meet this...boyfriend of yours?" he waved his hand around with the same gesture of 'get on with it'. Greed would speed Sloth up sometimes if he had to, or just take something from him to add to his stash. Other than his coffee, which was already gone.
"Went to a party with Pride," Sloth replied, looking a bit pouty. He hated being rushed, and Greed was always so impatient. He glanced up at his brother's face a moment, shoulders sagging. He tried to find some more words to explain things and stop Greed poking at him. "It's new. He's cute and rich. Um. What about you?"