What the hell is wrong with Gluttony? Temperance asked herself, concerned and annoyed. He's acting like he's possessed.
She was right—the usually meticulous methods of the sin was sloppy and careless today, like Gluttony was extremely unfocused. Even when distracted, Temperance knew he could perform a successful open-heart surgery, but today he couldn't even write his own name.
Temperance caught him staring off to space multiple times, too.
With curiosity, she reached up and fixed her ponytail, then snapped her fingers in front of his face.
"Are you feeling okay?" she asked. "You don't look too healthy."
"No, no, I'm fine," Gluttony reassured her. "I can do the lab work."
He didn't look okay, but Temperance let it go for now. She'll confront him later. Yes, she was worried, but causing a scene in the lab probably isn't the best thing to do.
Temperance observed Gluttony instead of their subject while he daydreamed again, his eyes turning cloudy while his brain whirred and churned out things she couldn't see.
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