Famine awkwardly hid behind her strawberry blond fringe and followed them inside the elevator. Her demeanor had transformed completely at the presence of the smoldering young man. Who knew that Lust would look even more adorable and chillingly sharp when he was upset. Wrath snatched Lust's bag from the girl's slender hands and smacked it onto his stomach. Famine watched as he received the heavy blow; unflinching. He was truly tougher than he looked. Now she wondered how strong Pride would be with those jacked arms of his.
"Carry your own bag," she muttered.
No response from the mildly irritated man. The elevator door opened, and the youngest girl walked out to their front door before unlocking it. Famine skulked around her door and watched as Lust gave his petite friend a silent treatment.
"Can you at least say sorry for clocking her brother's face?"
"That was your idea!" he retorted.
"Well, you didn't have to knock him out like that."
