The Seven Maybe-Not-So Deadly Sins
"So." Sloth is eating a green apple, taking slow languid bites and marring green skin. "We're the seven deadly sins. Cardinal sins, capital vices."
"I wish you'd talk faster." Pride picks at his fingernails. "Take a page out of my book. I talk at exactly the perfect speed, and my enunciation is as clear as day." He does not deign to look at Sloth.
"Not if the day rains. Or you know, if the day is cloudy. Things happen."
"You might like to talk in a slightly less earth-shaking volume." Lust is eyeing Wrath. "I can practically see the red underneath that hideous tan." She smiles, and there is malevolence under all that lusciousness. Sloth re