WHO Sloth, Wrath, the twins WHEN Thursday WHERE George's place WHAT Sloth is boooooored WARNINGS drug use
Sloth sighed heavily as she trudged up the street. Envy had left her a few days ago to go scope some things out or some shit, she didn't even know, but it meant an end to her pleasant days spent sleeping and fucking and eating in bed. She'd been alone for a few days, since Wrath had been killed on the doorstep. Getting high and trolling people online was losing its appeal, and she didn't yet want to fall into a pit of depression and apathy all alone.
She knew where George lived, if she thought about it. She knew Wrath would be back there in her nest with her *puke* Saint boyfriend. She could put up with the Saint if it was something to do though.
She stopped outside his house and looked up, and headed to the front door. Maybe she should have texted first... oh well. She knocked and stepped back, hoping she looked presentable. Since that night of the makeover, she hadn't really made very much effort in her appearance at all.