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( &* gluttonistique )
❝ and dare I even inquire who might have popped the top and let you out into the world? ❞ sins, horrible little creatures. and she has to assume that if gluttony is walking around like a free range turkey - the others may very well be, too.
" hey, 'm already makin' coffee, ya want a grilled cheese, too? "
gluttonistique
"Oh, look who it is! My favorite brother. Question! Wrath has been giving me quite the headache as of late, wants to start a war. Would you eat him for me?"
X --gluttonistique
Personal space isn't something you get when in the company of Gluttony, expecially when you've grown close to the sin. So when he steps close, Cain gives no thought, for he's grown used to it by now. Even when he hears Gluttony sniffing, he cares not. Although, when he leans closer, closer, Cain notices; but doesn't care, welcomes the soon to come contact of skin.
"What're you-"
Then the sin is smelling his neck, his hand bunching the fabric of his flannel over shirt. then he presses that small kiss to his neck, and Cain's more than willing for that to continue.
"oh, well - i'm glad?"