WHO Sloth and Henry Claus WHEN Friday WHERE Henry’s condo WHAT meeting old friends WARNINGS drug use and sex (probably)
Sloth looked up at the tall building, tilting her head on one side, and checked the address scrawled on her hand one more time. Yup, this was it.
She’d been on her own a little too long, perhaps. As a being that was born from a lack of desire, if left to her own devices she tended to wallow in her own misery, but that really got boring after a while, so she’d gone out on her own.
Mortals were all so fallible, so easy to extend herself into, sucking the desire out of them as she passed them by. She sat with a homeless man for a while, shared a smoke with him, and when she left she didn’t stop to wonder if his body would be found washed up in the morning. The more she did this, though, the more alive she felt, the mixed desires of the mortals she touched giving her energy.
She’d been alone too long. She needed to find a friend. And then that guy Henry had commented on her journal post and she thought, well what the fuck? They’d known each other for a long while, chatting on and off on Reddit, although she didn’t know if he’d thought much about her. She thought maybe that the one time they’d met, she’d been a boy.
So, a pocket full of weed, a bit of sleuthing online, and she was standing in front of his building, while the driver of the taxi that brought her here suddenly didn’t care enough to take her fare. The doorman of the building didn’t care enough to stop her, either, or the security guard she asked for directions.
She knocked on the door to the condo, pressing her eye up against the peep hole. She was wearing a grey cut-off hoodie top with a crop top underneath, cut off jean shorts, and blue Chucks with her hair actually in a ponytail, just to show a bite of effort.
“Yoohoo! Henry!” she trilled, knocking again. “Stop wanking and come open the door! I have a big bag of weeeeeed to share!”