“hey, you. yes, you. meat for brains!” everette called out to gluttony. his hands were on his hips and at first he only bothered to glance at him for a second at best. he then proceeded to begin looking up at the trees, as if he was looking for something.
“you’re gluttony, are you not? i would assume so, considering your stature. after all, each one of the seven of you have traits that correspond to your— names?”
everette paused, tilting his head downwards a little. uncomfortable eyecontact between the two began to take hold as everette glared at gluttony, a scoff playing on his lips followed by sentences that were all simply snide remarks strung together.
“could hardly call ‘hem names, really. you all are named after the sins, that in itself is obvious. but really, i don’t get it. why want to be referred to as such? or did your parents hate you all so much they’d taint their child with such a title? blasphemous if you ask me. god bless your hearts.”
“nevertheless, that’s not what im here for— to inquire and interrogate. i don’t need another headache and honestly, i could care less about your little inner circle, or whatever it may be. im a holy man, such misfortunes won’t taint me like it did to you lot”
everette moved one of his hands from his hip to in front of him, a pointed finger gesturing up at a clearing in the trees. a few miscellaneous fruits hung down a fair bit out of reach. he then crossed his arms, indifferent.
“you’re tall and strong, you pride yourself on that— even if that isn’t your respective trait— do you not, gluttony? if im right, in which i am, help me get some fruits up in ‘hose trees, would you? i would ask holland, but in all honesty, i think i’d hurl if i had to deal with him right now”
— everette ainsworth 🪽
brief mention @wilbur-holland-lotf
Gluttony looked down at Everette with a look full of judgement and disdain, watching as the smaller boy pointed up at the fruits in the trees. Half of him wanted to grab them, chew them up, and spit them at Everette's face. However, the choir boy looked much younger than him, so he held off on his urges. He was above bullying children.. for the most part.
You gotta learn to watch your mouth, kid. I'd hate for you to come across someone like Wrath and get your ass beat just because you couldn't be a little respectful. Gluttony begins to pick the requested fruits off the trees. I don't mean it as a threat, I'm just saying.. not everyone will take your remarks kindly.
For such a holy boy, you sure are.. full of yourself. Doesn't your god advocate for being humble or something? I mean, I'm not super well versed in religion, but coming up to people and immediately trying to dig into their skin doesn't sound very holy to me. Though, "meat for brains" is kinda funny, I'll give you that..
Gluttony chuckles to himself, dodging the topic of his name as if it was never brought up at all. Quite frankly, nobody needed to know their true names or why they did it in the first place, especially not Everette.
Hey, I don't usually boast about how tall and strong I am. Well, okay, I do a little, but Ryder also loves to advertise me as some big, super cool guy.. Whatever. Here. Gluttony hands over the fruits he collected, giving Everette a plentiful amount. He had a smile on his face, even if he found the kid to be annoying. I don't mean to go all babysitter mode on you or anybody else.. but, if you want fruits again, I won't hesitate to help you out. May God bless you too. -🍖
