“ Shoulda seen him plow through a village like nothing. ” GLUTTONY —

... / Him? / Draining all the hotpot in the kitchen.

“ What the f— ” oh... / blink, blink. / Wiping at his mouth with the back of a hand, Gluttony didn't look nowhere near as pissed as he would have in case anyone else took the food away from him. “ ... Was it yours? ”

“ ... Uh — ” his hesitation on giving a quick and quick answer likely said enough on the matter. A finger lightly scratching his own temple... “ y'know, we could order somethin'. Bit of my paycheck left. ”

“ To eat...? Can't roast 'em anymore without ending up in jail. I'm alright. ”

“ Would be more if you were tougher... ” GLUTTONY —

Shrugging, arms behind his head and a loose grin shown. “ Got me wondering if your little sister could give me a run for my money. ”

TIME TO DITCH.

Why'd his body feel so heavy all of a sudden...? He / barely / made it out of the living room before it became impossible to pull his weight along. “ ... You're a petty bitch, y'know? ”