Sinners

The laziest sin

A boy with a big baggy white shirt and a loose grey jacket lays on a small couch, one of his legs hangs off the side of the couch while the other hangs off the arm rest. He snores softly as he lays. He's a thin boy, his black sweat pants almost look to big for his small figure. His hair is a light brown, almost blonde looking. It's messy and looks like it hasn't been brushed in days, it comes mid neck and curls at the ends, the front is longer and covers his light grey and blue eyes a bit. A small chain bracelet hangs from his small bony wrist, engraved in sloppy writing is 'sloth'. After a few moments an alarm goes off and he grunts slowly reaching out and waving his hand around trying to find the contraption making the loud annoying beeping noise. After he hits it he rolls over and off the couch hitting the floor with a thud "damn it" he says as he sits up his eyes half open now. You would think he gets enough sleep yet he has dark circles under his eyes. He yawns and slowly takes his jacket off then shivers "why is it so cold?" He questions in a low sleepy tone rubbing his tired eyes not bothering to consider that he might have forgotten to turn the air conditioner off. He shrugs then barely gets the baggy shirt off before giving up and letting it fall back down and yawns saying a chant in an unknown language with his eyes closed. He seems to be nodding off as he says the chant, a cracking sound is heard and small horns grow just a bit above his hair line, they curve back just a bit. Wings rip his shirt as they stretch out popping the bones in them. He yawns and falls back down to the floor falling through as if there was a hole.