ʙᴇʟᴘʜᴇɢᴏʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɴ ᴏꜰ ꜱʟᴏᴛʜ

❝ Mhm... ❞

Cue the Sin opening up her mouth, expecting to be fed by hand. Was it out of being higher in station or sheer laziness? Perhaps a mix of both.

❝ The moon is a beautiful shade tonight, although I feel as though something is...

/Off/. ❞

❝ Thank you for the information, though I doubt I shall need it. ❞

Belphegor was quick to get cozy and sprawl out over the bed with a sheepy yawn.

❝ Quite comfortable... I prefer my bed, but perhaps this could be a close second.~ ❞

❝ I've been called many things, though I am more accurately a fallen angel, though I bear the title of a Sin. ❞

Seems she's just under Lucifer in terms of social status in that case. How curious.

The sheep-like Sin nodded and could sense the weakness in his soul, the fatigue.

❝ You have done a lot, My Lord. Perhaps a little rest is in order~? ❞

The Sin nods.

❝ Whatever you wish to call him, yes. ❞

<<< fine with either. If we share the bed though, you'll have to forgive me if I sprawl out and have my arms rest upon you. ❞

Belphegor finishes up her tea and levitates the cup over towards the sink in the distance.

❝ Hmmm, are you sure? Very well... ❞

The implications of using the bed for a nap were rather tempting. It'd be extra cozy, but Belphegor's wool practically acts as a mattress for herself anyways.

❝ I am >>>

❝ You didn't hear this from me, but... Lord Lucifer's wings are fairly ticklish if I recall correctly. ❞

She may be Sloth itself, but she might as well spread a harmless little secret.

The sheep of the "will they, won't they" ponders the question for a moment.

❝ I may be your guest, but what's on /your/ mind, Hull? If we did what I wanted, I would simply suggest we nap together like we have for the last few encounters of ours. ❞

❝ As well and uneventful as you'd expect, My Lord. ❞

Belphegor offers a small, sleepy smile with a nod.

❝ I hear that Pride has been rather... Lively, as of late, yes? ❞

<<< more... Pretty here? Was she actually being calm and not chaotic for the sake of her guest?

Hard to say.

Belphegor let out a small yawn as she nods while listening.

❝ I wouldn't mind, though my palace is likely where you can find me more times than not. ❞

There was something cute about how humble the place was. Perhaps it was just her drowsiness speaking, but it also seemed like Hull was a touch >>>

❝ Hmm... I make no promises.~ ❞

The sheep let out a small, almost sinister giggle of sorts.

❝ If you are made to rest so that your body can be more productive, then that is just the way it shall be. Understood~? ❞

The Sin lifts her head and drowsily blinks.

❝ To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit today? ❞

❝ Hello, Lord! ❞

Cue a sleepy wave towards Lucifer, even though the reaction was rather delayed.

❝ You're rather expressive today, aren't you? Must be some sort of special occasion. ❞

Belphegor took the tea in her upper set of hands and took a sip with a small smile. It tasted just as she expected, nice and full.

❝ Is this where you typically are whenever I don't sense your presence? ❞

The Sin simply remains still, blinking each of her eyes at a different pace than the other, not adhering to any established pattern.

❝ Just be sure not to burn anything, let alone yourself. My candle light burns heal especially slowly. ❞

Even the nature of wounds can suffer from Sloth? Strange.

❝ Hmm... ❞

The Sin shrugged lightly before folding her lower arms.

❝ I do whatever I choose, which is typically the same thing... Sleep or do nothing... ❞

❝ If you are going to accuse me of lying, I'd like to know where you take issue with my claims. ❞

She's no liar, at least not consciously aware of it if she was somehow lying. Belphegor never was one to serve an agenda beyond maybe the whims of relaxation.

The sheep bows with a small yawn.

❝ It is always a pleasure to see you, My Lord. I trust you have been well? ❞

She's always polite with him, seeing as how he saved her from suffering here in Hell.

❝ Interesting device... ❞

Belphegor floated over to a couch, deciding to make her own size smaller so she could comfortably lay down on it.

❝ If I can have anything I want, then I'd like some lavender tea with two cubes of sugar and a splash of whole milk please. ❞

Of course it'd be lavender.

❝ Whole lot of nothing ever.~ ❞

Yaaaaaaaaaawn!

Yaaaaaaaawn!

❝ Having a good time are you, Little Soul? ❞

❝ Quadrillions of souls, actually... ❞

That makes Blue's statement even more insane in that case.

❝ I can sense each and every one of them at any point. Yours is like a gaping void in an otherwise perfect starry night sky... You /deserve/ to rest, to be at peace... ❞

❝ I've only been back for a short while and people are already vying for my attention... ❞

The sheep bleats lightly before yawning.

❝ Am I truly so valued? Hmmm... Happy.~ ❞

The Sin doesn't mind the pats, though any other individual would have likely had their hand for it.

❝ Hmmm... Comfy.~ ❞

❝ You work too hard... If nothing else, I am being virtuous in trying to get you to rest.~ ❞

Yaaaaaaaaaawn!

❝ There's nothing wrong with even five minutes of doing nothing. ❞

Belphegor didn't seem to mind. The marshmallows were going to have a bit of a lavender scent and taste to them for this though.

Hopefully the other doesn't mind!

❝ So you are capable of portal magic as well? You must be more powerful than I had initially thought... Curious. ❞

Floating into the portal with a slow barrel roll, Belphegor took a look around at the sight immediately after.