[h3][color=cornflowerblue]Belphegor Sloth[/color][/h3]

Belphegor would jump slightly at his hand being smacked away, looking down at her curiously. The pout Cinder made caused a little snicker from the tall Sin, who covered his mouth in a half fast attempt to hide it. [color=cornflowerblue]"Sorry, sorry. It's a force of habit."[/color] He raised his hand to bring attention to his height, a cheeky smile on his face. [color=cornflowerblue]"It's not easy being a 'giant', yknow?"[/color] The blue haired Sin offered. It truly was hard to interact with people when you towered over them. The times his neck hurt from trying to look down to speak with someone was indefinite at this point.

Still, the girl really was an entertainer even when she wasn't trying to be. Even if just for a moment, Cinder had lightened the worries he was having. A real talent.

Now, he waited outside for her to finish patiently, crouched against the wall with tail swaying as he glanced absentmindedly at the group. It was... smaller than before. They must have ran off at the sight of the paperwork. Well, Belphegor couldn't blame them. He would be able to get this tour over quickly, now that there were fewer people. Usually he would take a nap afterwards, but...

Eh, might as well hurry and get it over with.

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[center][h2][i]Fast-Forwarding...[/i][/h2][/center]

The new souls are introduced to the other sins, if they were available, and shown around to major places they needed to know.

Belphegor let them go afterwards, saying [color=cornflowerblue]"If you need me, I'll be back in my office after a little while. I have to do something first."[/color]

The characters now have free roam. What will they do first?

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[h3][color=cornflowerblue]Belphegor Sloth[/color][/h3]

The soul portal looked the same, besides the increase of soldiers around it. Satie was really on top of it, it seems. The banner had been replaced, now burnt from said red headed Sin, and Belphegor would have laughed if he weren't so terrified of what he might find.

The guards had moved by to let him see the portal, Belphegor's tail tucked close to him to show his worry. Not very vocal verbally or physically about his emotions beside happiness, Sloth seemed apathetic if anything to those who didn't know him. His face was blank, no slightly turned up corners of his mouth and no sparkling happy eyes. He was completely stone faced as he placed his palm on the outer edge of the portal. The Sin closed his eyes, feeling the energy of the portal. It was potent and strong as usual. Could Cinder just have been a glitch that got through? Belphegor had a bad feeling, but at least he had put his worries at ease.

The blue haired Sin stepped back, giving the portal one last look over, before quietly returning to his office. It seemed everything was fine... right?

Unsurprisingly, as soon as he got into his office the tall man passed out on the couch, one arm flung over the top of his face and the other brushing the floor, his jacket thrown off to some unknown place in the mess. His close underlings peeked in, gave an unamused sigh, and gently closed the door.


[h3][color=palevioletred]Mutebox[/color][/h3]

Thankfully, it wasn't a busy day today at the bakery. Mutebox had just finished with a customer, an elderly soul who loved the fruit tarts, when she glanced at what was in the case. There seemed to be enough to bring to the sins today!

She picked out the desserts carefully: a huge cake for Gluttony, smaller sweets for the other sins who weren't the biggest cake eaters, and of course a chocolate bunny truffle cake for Sloth. It was the most chocolate-y of their selections, some say too much so, but Mr. Sloth always adored it. That was just like him, childish as always. Mutebox made the motions of giggling as she thought about how happy he would get over something so simple, but as usual no sound would come out. She liked him a lot, he was kind but he also was one of the few people she could talk to, albeit mentally. His telepathy powers were really useful in that regard.

Mutebox added up the price of the desserts in her head, dolling it out of her dress pockets. Actually, the sweets weren't free. She paid a bit of her salary back in order to bring them, but Mutebox didn't mind. It wasn't like she was using the extra money anyway. Once she had her collection, she let her boss know and put her medical face mask on. Mutebox grabbed the large bag of dessert gifts and walked outside towards the headquarters, keeping her head low.