"Marmaaaaaaaar," a voice whined. Above, the unassuming overcast morphed into something dark and ominous, ready to color the sky with its downpour. A neapolitan Sloth bun tried, in vain, dragging their pearlescant Gluttony friend under a storefront awning large enough to shield them from the rain that began to trickle above. While the forecast called for rain today, Nia thought it would have at least waited until after they were done shopping to happen! Marmalade, the Gluttony bun, held onto t...
