Pride sat on top of the toilet humming with his hands over his eyes. Lust wouldn't let him leave Wrath in a room alone just in case she fainted or injured herself again. She finished up and dried herself behind the shower curtain as Pride let himself take a peek. He could see the vague outline of her drying herself and putting her shorts on. He was lost in his own head for a second, his imagination ran wild at the unexpected sight. It wouldn't have been so shocking to see exposure of skin from Greed or Envy, but the element of surprise increased his intrigue on the opportunity.
"Pride!" she yelled.
"I wasn't looking!" he jumped.
"Uhm okay… I was gonna ask for help. I can't raise my arm high enough to put the sweater on."
He swung the curtain open and saw her in shorts and bra with her wet long hair draped over her chest. She looked up at him shyly as his jaw dropped at the sight of her.
"I-I'm sorry I'm not used to seeing you like this."
