Pride

Why yes I tripped and fell onto a knife. Happens all the time. Thank you for your concern.

You want me to advertise for your food company.

Why do I have to take my shirt off?

I could take advice about my dog from a horseman who can't look after his own horse.

Or, I could not.


[Envy]
You would be the third Sin leaving your sex toy lying around. Perhaps the fourth. Is it too much to ask to have everyone clean up after themselves?

Would you mind taking your sex partner somewhere else? He irks me.

I will shoot the storekeeper of the next place I walk pass that insists on playing White Christmas on loop.

In my room, in my house, in my property. Do not disturb.

Ma che cazzo.


[Sins sans Wrath]

Sit, and don't do anything. I will sort it out.

Envy?

I will be back in L.A. by next Friday. Envy, leave that weekend free.


[Left on Lust's voicemail]

He irks me. Keep him on a leash, for both our sakes. I don't want to have to deal with him as well when the angels and demons descend upon us and there is an easy, immediate and increasingly tempting way to guarantee that he stays out of the picture.

I never caught on to the whole pet-raising fiasco, but the dog has arrived, and I have almost no experience with my new canine acquaintance.

Lust, on the other hand, seems quite enamoured by it. So it may be somewhat cute but surely making motherly, baby, reassuring noises at it is going a little overboard?

Perhaps this gift would better suit her, Gluttony? I want it out of my house, and no amount of headtilts, licking or pleading/sad/cute faces it makes at me will change that.

[Private to Lust and Gluttony]

Change of plans. The power-tripping asswipe's having one of his hissy fits again. I have to go over to NYC.

I will catch up with you in NYC once he's done sulking. Then perhaps we can arrange something for back here in LA.

Don't invite Wrath - she never kisses my ass the same way she kisses Satan's and I'm insanely jealous, my house is worth more than she'll ever earn and I just got it refurbished - or Greed or Raum - this party is for adults; 21 and up only.

Fuck.

Yes, yes, he's back - I get the picture. Are we done with the screaming orgasms, panic attacks and daddy complex overdrives?

Good.

We now return to your daily scheduled life.