7PM

Sloth

Acedia
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8:05 a.m

Ugh, seems like I fell asleep. On the sofa. Again.

Somehow, this happens frequently. Too often actually.

It's been bothering me now.

"Good morning, mate!" My head thumped when I heard Snow's high-pitched voice. I just figured it out but this guy is the greatest source of my headaches. I heard him snicker so I craned my neck to look at him only to see him smirking at me.

"Glad to be of service," he said as he hands me a cup of coffee—woah. He made me coffee. Something's not right. I sat up and looked incredulously at him.

"Don't be so judgmental, I was feeling lucky." He shrugged.

I hesitantly took the mug from his hand and smelled it, just trying to be sure nothing weird is in there. C'mon, we all know how Snow is.

"I didn't put anything in there. Don't be thinking that my hobby is to drug people and do something despicable to them," he protested in disbelief.

I raised a brow at him. Oh, is that not his hobby? Was I wrong?

He gave me a deadpanned stare and shook his head. Hah! His mind reading is so convenient, I don't even need to speak. Besides, it really is his hobby.

"What happened?" I asked, and sipped on the coffee. Wow it's actually good. Does this have to do with chemistry?

"What do you mean?" He answered and sat down beside me, fiddling with his phone.

"I have to check my blood. I get nauseated frequently. And I pass out, I'm becoming unproductive. Maybe it's Anaemia."

"Hmm, anaemia huh," he muttered. "What if it's acedia." He snickered.

"Acedia?"

He looked up from his phone and smiled smugly at me. "Sloth."

I stared, gaping at him for about two seconds until I became lost in my own thoughts. That's right, what if this is some kind of side effect before Sloth comes out? This is the first time something like this happened. I never get sick easily, of course, I'm a biologist, I should check myself more often than most, right?

"Where's Stiles? And Lux?" I asked.

"On a date."

"Ew."

"Homophobic." He sneered.

Not really, I meant "ew" for Lux. You don't know he might have HIV. It's been three days since he showed up and he's been hanging around Stiles unattendedly. The guy's creeped out and I think Lux needs to stop bugging him.

"Excuses." Rindelle Snow smirked at me.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Ah, Rindelle Snow; always assuming what people feels."

"Most of the time I'm right," he replied. "And if I'm wrong, I make it right." He smirked to himself.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. Well, that's what he does.

"We have work today, mate," he said.

"I know."

•••SEPTEMPECCATOMORTALIA•••

6:00 p.m.

I'm at the pub.

Don't get me wrong, I work here, part-time. I remember mentioning that before, if you haven't been paying attention, of course, you wouldn't know. Snow and I work here to pay our rent—speaking of Snow, the twat is not here yet. For some Godforsaken reason he went out earlier, saying he has an unusual meet up with someone; meeting not specified since the shit has always been very cryptic.