Pride

The season of giving never ( ceases. )

Pride has been quiet because Pride has been working. Levi's knows you'd like to buy a shirtless Dante Solomon for $99 but the jeans hanging off his waist will have to do, and you know that perfume/cologne would make a great Christmas present.

It was Envy last month. This month... this month belongs to Greed and Gluttony.

But, speaking of Envy. He had to wonder, with the extended silence, if he had gone a little too far. Surely not. After all, weren't they going to get married? Nothing wrong with showing the prospective spouse a bit of flesh.

Unfortunately, there was hardly any time to contemplate such trivialities. Less than a week until Christmas and Gluttony might be difficult to please, but satisfying Greed was another matter entirely.

If he has any of his own wants to cater to, he wants to see her. But...


Awfully quiet this year, aren't we? I suppose it does get a little repetitive, celebrating a dead man's birthday every year with saturated fat and large-scale deforestation.

After spending a good three hours at the Body Shop - granted, for about two hours of the three he was taking photos with enamoured women or signing something for them - but when he was finally done, he made deliveries to each of the other Sins at their usual residences, and Infidelity in NYC. They each received a hamper of shower gels, shampoos/conditioners, body lotions for the women and aftershave for the men, and various other bits and pieces.

In addition, he has penned a small instruction booklet for Wrath titled 'How to Shower'.

Envy gets a handwritten note as well. It's the first line of O Sole Mio; 'Che bella cosa e' na jurnata 'e sole.'


Hellhounds leave more than a bitter taste in the mouth.