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          { ✄ }— The threat does nothing to move him, or convince him that he should not devour the rest and walk away, leaving the young Sin empty handed, left to find another solution to calm that tempest of a stomach. Alas, right as he finds the conviction to turn on his heels, he hears the single word; the one he'd wanted to hear, despite the venomous utterance accompanying it. He cared not about that, anyway, as he'd gotten the results he'd wanted. "That's all you had to say."

          And yet, he'd made it into a difficult process for all involved. Whatever -- he'd earned the treat, it leaving his grasp, tossed at the other male like a prize for a dog who'd just performed a trick. Whether or not he'd be able to catch it with the haste it demanded was not his concern, but he'd been successful in his venture. Perhaps the little one wasn't so horrible.

          { ✄ }— With that, canines bite down on precisely one fourth of the treat, a piece that the other male will now never taste. He swallows it promptly, lithe hand moving to pry smaller fingers off of his person, as the weight was demanding more energy than he cared to give.

Aha! So his assumptions were confirm when the other pulls out the small treat. His beady red twinkle upon the sight and saliva was already forming inside his mouth, a long tongue slithering across his lips.

          { ✄ }— His task would not be an easy one, it seemed. Primal, were Gluttony's actions, that almost serpentine tongue something to take note of, not to mention the way he appeared almost ready to pounce in defiance of his earlier utterance. A step back is what he takes, silently unwrapping the baked treat in response to the action taken.

          Upon thin lips does he place it, not biting down on it just yet. Oh, he would tame him, or at the very least, he would try.

          { ✄ }— "You certainly enjoy saying that word, don't you?"

         He might be hopped up on caffeine, but that does not mean his habit of being lazy is going to change. Eyes roll in a subtle manner, despite what is being tossed his way. A shrug, and the devices are promptly broken with a single flick of a wrist, as if unaffected. Well, he wasn't human, was he? So it would make perfect sense that he wouldn't be hurt like one, regarding the other with indifference. One motion, and he is now on the grass once more, stretching casually.

          "Lucky me, to have stumbled upon a host such as yourself."

          A step, and he finds himself quite far from the Phoenix, tone one dripping with sarcasm.

          "Try not to tire out all that hospitality, will you?"

          { ✄ }— A yawn, offering a knowing glance at the one now inspecting him. Yes, he did have some sort of treat on his person, but that did in no way mean he'd give it up to his kin. A bargaining chip, perhaps, is what it could be utilized for, and so he removes it from a blazer pocket, holding it up in the air.

          { ✄ }— A point? Ah, yes; the one that clearly said she had more where that came from? In no way was she hurting him by lifting his constant state of sleepiness from his being, but instead taking away what made Sloth ... Sloth. He could always vacate the premises, of course, and probably would once he was bored enough to do so, likely in search of bottles of melatonin to counteract her deeds; as it stood, he wouldn't be killed, so it mattered not, as he could reverse the effects if he so wished. So for now, he would allow himself to indulge in his definition of amusement, planted firmly in front of her, atop the hood of the machine she was sitting in, no longer in the way of her work.

          " -- - I'll pass." And there goes the cup, caught promptly by too swift hands only to be tossed aside. There was no way in hell he'd willingly allow any of that liquid to enter past lips.

          { ✄ }— Gluttony, who else would it be? Up go slender digits, idly resting atop a mass of his own hair in thought.

          { ✄ }— 'Clever'? Perhaps. Uncaring? Certainly. Even when the woman does approach him and take into her slender digits his face, he doesn't bother to move, bored hues opting to watch her instead with slight interest. Rare is it that the Sin allow for a smile to grace his features, but that is precisely what occurs, however faint it might be. Something not of this world, was she, and so he would quite frankly pay attention, at least until she was no longer in his company; no longer his hindrance to deal with.

          A rush like no other -- something he'd experienced before, but multiplied tenfold; exaggerated due to whatever it was she had done to that concoction she bestowed with the title 'coffee'. It wasn't as though he hadn't tried it before (for Seth's sake, but he would not dwell on the past), but truly, he found that the crash outweighed any benefits it might provide, in turn leaving it for the humans to consume.

          "You're horrible with punishments, if that was your goal." Energetic is his voice, foreign to his ears, but not entirely horrible. He'd have to stick it out, and if it were anything like coffee, he would experience that downward spiral later. He is soon on his feet, effortlessly taking residence on the front hood of the mower.