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"What mask? No mask-" Gonna puff at him but look back down the path. "Was taking a walk and just kinda keeping an eye out, what are you doing out here?"

"No you’re not. What are you even doing out here? And what’s with the mask?"

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"No you're not. What are you even doing out here? And what's with the mask?"

*rock hits his ankle*

"Oi, watch it."

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-Blinks, cracks a bit of a fail grin for their usual happy look-

"Sorry."

*rock hits his ankle*

"Oi, watch it."

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*rock hits his ankle*

"Oi, watch it."

Kicking a rock out of the way of the foggy path, Lust huffed and glanced around, sticking their one hand in their pocket.

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Kicking a rock out of the way of the foggy path, Lust huffed and glanced around, sticking their one hand in their pocket.

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If I looked up the definition of ‘devil’, I would probably find your name. If someone were to ask me to describe what hell felt like, I would talk about what you put me through. If I wanted to feel intoxicated, I would drink in the sound of your voice. If you wanted to know the color of my mood, I would let you peak inside my chest. If you wanted to go on an adventure, you could take a ride on the roller coaster in my veins that go off every time you do as little as look my way. If you wanted to know how much I loved you, I would take you to the beach and tell you to look for the end of the ocean. If you needed a place to stay, I would still let you crawl under my skin and make yourself at home.

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Lust: -peeks over edge of a makeshift couch- Lust: -chucks a pebble at Ira's back- Ira: ... -eyes Lust- Lust: -eyes Ira- Ira: -dives after Lust- Lust: -screeches-

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Lust: -wriggling their left arm stump at Wrath for fun-

Ira is like YO what the fuck what happened to your fucking arm

Lust: 'something exciting!'

Ira: "No! No that is not the correct answer, ding dong, you are wrong."

Lust: puffy mumbling 'I thought it was exciting'

Ira: "You're fucked in the head."

Lust: "You're boring." I'm gonna goad Pride

Ira: "Mhm, that turns you on doesn't it."

Lust: "look at the exercise I'm gettin!"

Ira: "You gonna fuck him afterwards?"

Lust: Sputters and pouts at her.

Ira: "/What?/ It's a legit question."

Lust: Noping

Ira: "PFffffff, ya coward. He wouldn't want me on him, I'm rather rough in bed, as you'd imagine."

Lust: mumble grumble 'sex is booooring, but I'm sure you two would have lots of fun~'

Ira: "...You ARE Lust incarnate aren't you, are you /serious/?"

Lust: "Supposedly, still just a title to me that I'm more then happy to disappoint"

Ira: "So you're tellin' me, you don't like to get your dick wet... or cunt, or whatever you have down there."

Lust: "Nope, up to your imagination what I have too, but I can tell who'd have a hell of a time in bed anyway~"

Ira:Her eyes trail down to between Lust's legs. "Hm."

Ira: Basically just going to quirk a brow at her and puff their cheeks. Continue rocking back and forth on their heels now too. "You're adamant to relation to my title."

Ira: "Can I touch it?" she asks, not bothering to acknowledge their other statement.

Lust: Stares at her. "Wha- why? There's, nothing to really feel-" Lie but they stopped rocking now in their confusion.

Ira: "I just want to know. For reasons."

Lust: "What possible reason?? Needs to be a good reason because I- ah, no touchy-" Lust puffed their cheeks at her now.

Ira: "And if you claim there's nothing really to feel do you claim that you have a vagina then?" she asks stepping closer.

Lust: They're just going to puff more at them and inch back to match. "I just don't see why its important~"

Ira: "We need to get a prosthetic for you too," she says stepping closer yet again.

Lust: Earned a pause anyway in order to eye the stump of their left arm before they blinked and took another wide step back. "Aww come on, its my job to avoid a question-"

Ira: She takes another wide step towards her. "You'll look better with a prosthetic. Come on. You should let me take care of you."

Lust: Dramatic grimace mostly for show, eyeing her feet now then off to the side for a possible free route. "I'm wounded, I thought I looked good like this-"

Ira: "I didn't say you didn't look good, I said you'd look /better/."

Lust: "Wouldn't a prosthetic get in the way though? And now I dunno whether to be flattered or wounded, you got a scary look there though, you okay Wrath?"

Ira: "No, they make prettier ones, functional ones now. MMmm, yes just fine."

Lust: "Uh huh..." They proffered a bit of a nervous grin, maybe one of the others would make a good shield or something. "I bet Envy's got uh, food ready."

Ira: "I only wish to help you, Luxuria."

Lust: Once again stops backstepping for one step to look confused. "Luxuria?"

Ira: "The Latin word for Lust, darling, just like Ira is the Latin word for Wrath. Now come on, let me /take care of you/." She gives her a wide grin this time. "Come on, Lust, you don't want to make me angry do you?"

Lust: Oh well then, temporary name for somebody else to use, guess that wor- that grin didn't make this any better. "Er, I thought I often make you angry? And I dunno what you mean by help I'm good I swear-"

Ira: "I just want to make you even prettier, so that more people will be attracted to you. Are you not /lustful/ at all? Are you a virgin?"

Lust: They sputtered a second there and actually whined at Ira. "Mystery's abound I think I'll get my food now-"

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✠ - *Hops over on one foot* “Hand. It. Over.”

Ira- -Bad idea- “My boot now.”

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"Give him the fucking boot."

"What!? I don’t have your boot, shush!"

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-Puffs cheeks at him- -Debates hiding behind Ira- -Bad idea- "My boot now."

"What!? I don’t have your boot, shush!"

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✠ - “ You have it! You’re the only one that’s close enough to just snag it. Hand it over.”

So has nothing to do with this, don’t look at them.

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"What!? I don't have your boot, shush!"

So has nothing to do with this, don’t look at them.

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"Dumbasses," she mutters under her breath.

  ✠ - “ I lost my boot.”