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alex_writes) wrote2018-05-24 11:56 pm
alex_writes) wrote2018-05-24 11:56 pm
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7 Stories/ 7Days
Babylon 5 Seven Deadly Sins
Day 4 – Sloth
“’Vir, get my clothes out. Vir, draw my bath. Vir, cut my food up for me!’ He has to be the laziest man who ever lived,” Vir mumbled to himself as he laid Londo’s nightshirt out on the bed, but not before turning down the bed so Londo could just fall right in with NO effort whatsoever.
He was not done with those tasks when he heard Londo. “Vir, come here. There is a bug on the floor. I need you to kill it.”
Vir mumbled again. “Maybe if I leave it, it will eat you and no one will even notice that the Centauri ambassador is now a bug!’
Vir stomped the bug, swept it up and tossed it in the trash. He turned to go back to the bedroom to finish with Londo’s bed and nightshirt. The nightshirt must be ironed. Great Maker, he couldn’t sleep with a WRINKLE!
“Vir, come, sit and talk to me.”
He pretended he didn’t hear Londo until he was done with the ironing. He put the iron away and finished his tasks then he returned to the sitting room.
“Were you ignoring me?”
Vir was the picture of innocence. “When?”
“I asked you to come sit with me.”
“I didn’t hear you.”
“it’s just as well. I am ready to go to bed now anyway.”
Vir hung up Londo’s clothes and put the dirty ones in the hamper in the closet and set out a pair of already shiny shoes for tomorrow. He would shine the ones Londo took off while Londo was out, yelling at someone else to wait on him.
Finally Londo was asleep. Vir could hear him snoring. He turned off all the lights, locked up behind himself and went down to a bar in the Zocalo.
“ A Shirley Temple and keep ‘em coming,” he told the bartender and sat back to enjoy a few minutes of quiet.
Day 4 – Sloth
“’Vir, get my clothes out. Vir, draw my bath. Vir, cut my food up for me!’ He has to be the laziest man who ever lived,” Vir mumbled to himself as he laid Londo’s nightshirt out on the bed, but not before turning down the bed so Londo could just fall right in with NO effort whatsoever.
He was not done with those tasks when he heard Londo. “Vir, come here. There is a bug on the floor. I need you to kill it.”
Vir mumbled again. “Maybe if I leave it, it will eat you and no one will even notice that the Centauri ambassador is now a bug!’
Vir stomped the bug, swept it up and tossed it in the trash. He turned to go back to the bedroom to finish with Londo’s bed and nightshirt. The nightshirt must be ironed. Great Maker, he couldn’t sleep with a WRINKLE!
“Vir, come, sit and talk to me.”
He pretended he didn’t hear Londo until he was done with the ironing. He put the iron away and finished his tasks then he returned to the sitting room.
“Were you ignoring me?”
Vir was the picture of innocence. “When?”
“I asked you to come sit with me.”
“I didn’t hear you.”
“it’s just as well. I am ready to go to bed now anyway.”
Vir hung up Londo’s clothes and put the dirty ones in the hamper in the closet and set out a pair of already shiny shoes for tomorrow. He would shine the ones Londo took off while Londo was out, yelling at someone else to wait on him.
Finally Londo was asleep. Vir could hear him snoring. He turned off all the lights, locked up behind himself and went down to a bar in the Zocalo.
“ A Shirley Temple and keep ‘em coming,” he told the bartender and sat back to enjoy a few minutes of quiet.