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Gluttony
Gluttony (Latin term "gluttire" or "gula") meaning to gulp down or swallow.

In all honesty, you didn't know where all the carrots went.

And frankly, it didn't bother you that much. But seeing as you offered to make a certain someone a carrot cake, it was a bit of an issue.

You went through all the pantries but not a single one found; which is absurd because you just went shopping earlier today just for the ingredients.

Feeling bewildered about the whole thing and a little let down, you went to go tell him that there simply can't be a cake made today.

Knocking on his door, you walked in on a…strange sight.

There, lying on the bed with his pants unbuttoned and snoring lightly was Elliot March.

Besides the sheets and covers that surrounded him, you found where all the carrots went.

You walked over to the bed and stared down at him.

Enjoying the view of his upturned shirt, your eyes lingered on his stomach before coughing awkwardly.

Elliot woke with a startled look and sat up quickly, reaching for the nearest object to defend himself with.

"Oh, it's just you (_), is something wrong?" he asked.

"I thought you didn't eat carrots straight, but I guess I was wrong," you said.

He narrowed his eyes at you in confusion before you nodded your head towards the bed.

He looked around the sheets to see at least a dozen of half eaten carrots sitting near him.

His ears shot straight up as he looked back to you with an embarrassed look.

"Uh, y'know how people are when they say something and do the opposite right?" He laughed awkwardly while discreetly, but failing, pushing the carrots behind him.

You smiled at placed your hands on his knees while bending over to face him.

Leaning in closer to his face, you whispered,

"Elliot March, you are such a hypocrite."

You climbed into his lap and licked the corner of his mouth.

And just like that, you were up and walking to the door with a sway in your hips.

"Wha—"

You stopped in the doorway and looked over your shoulder.

"Carrot crumbs on your face, you should probably clean up first and handle your little friend down stairs."

You turned and walked away, leaving Elliot in his wake.

Elliot breathed out and ran his hands through his hair. His eyebrows knitted together in thought.

"Little friend?"

He looked down at his torso and cursed loudly.

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