Sloth waved at him. "I am, babe," she said, sucking on the spliff and then blowing the smoke out of the side of her mouth. "I'm feeling a little lonesome. Want to have a good time?" She wasn't wearing her usual oversized hoodie today, just braless in a tank top, jean shorts, and flip-flops, because it might be the start of September but dress for the weather you want, right?
This was that little do-gooder who had dropped a dad pun on Lust's journal and then back-flipped right on out when it got too rich for his tastes. Sloth had promised she'd find him, hadn't she? Well, lucky ol' Too Much, she was coincidentally done procrastinating.