7PM

Pride

Superbia.
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6:05 a.m.

"This can't be happening."

"Well, it already is."

"How come you're so calm about this?!" I frustratedly said, gripping my hair. This is all my fault.

"I'm done overreacting last night. I'm fine now." He shrugged. "Besides, it really is your fault, you greedy bastard." He laughed with that annoying catsy laugh of his.

"I know it was! But. . . Just look at my hair! It's like I bleached it with so much hate." I mumbled and slumped down my chair.

"And whose fault is it again, my dear friend?" Snow sarcastically said with raised brows, sipping from his cup.

"Don't remind me." I glared at him. "What are you drinking?"

"Calcium." He grinned at me and good enough there's white liquid encircling his mouth.

"What are you, twelve?" I smirked.

"Oh? What are you, 89? Hola mi abuelo!" I threw the nearest thing I can get to him, which he just laughingly shielded with his arms. Turns out it was a book. A big black book.

"Dude, it's a bible." He laughed and wiggled his brows at me, opening the book. "Spanish version too!"

"Like I fucking care. Why do we even have that thing?" I grunted.

My eyes suddenly darted towards the kid sleeping on my couch. What should I do with that child? He claims that he's my pride, one of my deadly sins. How is it even possible that he just I don't know, appear out of thin air?

"Well I think he's telling the truth." Snow interjected which caught my attention. "He's a splitting image of you. Your cells probably manifested outside your body, taking a part of your skin and all that. Darwin's theory stated that we all came from one organism that evolved over time as a result of changes in heritable physical or behavioral traits." He looked at the kid and took a sip in his cup before continuing. "In his case, the only behavioral trait he got which is the most powerful of all is pride; As he never fails to remind us for the last three hours." He sighed in exasperation before finishing his milk and setting it aside.

That's true though, we even had to tranquilize him just so he would shut up to let us think. And when he showed up he doesn't have any clothes on. Snow unwillingly lent him some of his, because the kid can't possibly fit in my jeans.

"Yeah, he got that from you I'm pretty sure. You don't shut up either. Nyahaha!" He laughed so I rolled my eyes at him. He's probably talking about himself. He's the only one always talking here.

"And, because of so many drugs that you forced to intake, his growth, released in a super fast pace. Making him into a seven-year-old child." He followed. "Let's have an experiment, shall we?" He maniacally said while laughing. "Let's see if you have no pride anymore."

"The hell will you do?" I raised a brow at him and he just grinned at me.

7:09 a.m.