Gluttony: Two Weeks – I

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Gladys chimed happily as Gula set three more boxes of the same donuts he bought her before in front of her.

Currently they were in her home, which was, both to the delight and disgust as Gula, extremely cute. The walls were white with pink carpet, there were all sorts of pictures of kittens hanging on the walls in pink frames, pink furniture covered with fluffy pink pillows, wood painted white with pink hearts. It was almost sickening.

Almost as sickening as watching Gladys shovel down donut after donut. No matter how perfect she was, it nauseated him to no end to watch her eat so much. But he had to endure. If she ate any less, she just wouldn’t be perfect anymore. Well… that was only true for now.

Gula sat down on the couch and was immediately sucked down into the cushions, making him curse under his breath. It was bad enough that he blended into most of the surroundings in this damned house. Did it have to become worse with the furniture sucking him into its spongy depths? Was everything in this house fucking gluttonous?

The sweetest giggle to ever grace his ears rang through the house, forcing him to cease his struggles for a moment to look at Gladys. She was giving him some look that he could only identify as adoration and amusement, which made him narrow his eyes. “What?” He growled.

Gladys just giggled again, licking the icing off her chubby little fingers. “You’re so adorable.” She said innocently, smiling at him while getting another donut.

“I am not adorable as you so put it.”

She just giggled again. “And you’re even more adorable when you deny it, Gully!”

Gula felt his eye twitch and some of his nerves snap. He hated that nickname she had decided to call him. Almost as much as he hated being called adorable. He was the scariest fucking Temptation. He was anything but adorable damnit.

But almost as if she sensed his anger, Gladys gave him a pitiful doe-eyed look that made him even angrier, just because he couldn’t stay mad at that kind of look. Growling, he forced himself to look away from her, finally pulling himself out of the couch.

“Gully, do you want one?” Gladys asked, holding another donut.

“What is my answer every time you ask me that?”

Gladys blinked and tilted her head, looking thoughtful before beaming when it came to her. “You always say no!” She said excitedly.

Gula fought the urge to roll his eyes. “So what do you think my answer is this time, hm?” He asked in an exasperated tone, as if talking to her was a very painful experience.

Of course the innocent little twit completely overlooked his tone. “Well, it’d be no I guess. But you really should have one! You’re so thin.”

“And I like it that way. Just eat your donuts.” He snapped. Gula closed his eyes annoyed when he saw the wounded expression on her sweet face and ran a hand through his spikes. “Would you like me to get you some strawberry milk?”

That made Gladys light up almost immediately. “Yes, please!”

With a shake of his head and mutter about how pathetic she was under his breath, Gula went off into her kitchen to get the milk. He really wondered how she was still alive as she only ate sweets.

As he poured her a large glass of the pink concoction, Gula frowned. Perhaps it was in his best interest if he started to change her as soon as possible, so she wouldn’t end up dying on him. And he highly doubted it’d be hard to talk her into coming back home with him.

He still had a week and four days left though before he had to return, and he was sure none of the other Temptations had brought their Chosens in yet. Did he really want to gloat and be the first to bring his Chosen back?

Gula smirked. Of course he did.