Lolita and Gore [Kait]

@"Kait"

[ Micah "Wrath" Lopez ]

Somehow, Wrath felt distinctly un-kawaii today.

He couldn't put his finger on it. Everything was the same today as it was every other day. The same sun, the same sky, he'd woken up on the same side of the bed he always did. His posters--a mix of anime, pictures of his favorite sweets, and skin peeled from the bodies of his favorite kills--were still all perfectly intact. His walls were the same splatter of gore and viscera that it always was, and his vicious alligator snapping turtle Agyness was munching on the flies that festered in his room.

She kept the place quiet. Her unfailing service made this room shipshape.

He saluted her.

But somehow, he could feel his cuteness factor was much lower than yesterday or the day before. Even as he tried one of his favorites, a high-waist-ed number with a big cream-colored bow, as he turned in circled in front of the mirror, he could tell it wasn't working.

Finally he let out the longest sigh he could muster and threw himself against one of his favorite bears, Sir Beclaws. Beclaws was big--bigger than wrath--and with a funny top hat, monocle, and tailcoat. His fur was matted and crusty where smears of blood had carelessly gotten on him, but personally Wrath thought it gave the good Sir a splash of character.

"What's going on with me lately..." He muttered to himself, looking at the same old walls and same old posters and same old rotting viscera. "I feel like I'm in a rut."

Wrath was thumbing at the fabric of his dress. Maybe he had forgotten something. Was there a specific way he should have accessorized this? Maybe it would be better if he had something to put in his hair... No, that would only make him look silly. His hairstyle didn't allow for anything really interesting to be put into his hair. Hmm... maybe he should put some energy into growing his hair out.

He tangled his fingers into his hair and lengthened it to about his shoulders. No good. Red hair on brown skin was not a good look.

As soon as he checked it out his hair went back its original style. It was no good. He had lost his kawaii.

A single tear slid down his face.

"What do you want." He asked, not looking at Envy as he lay on his floor in his favorite cream dress, staring at the ceiling and wondering what he'd done to offend the Goddess of Kawaii. "If your wondering what happened to your hairdryer, Gluttony already ate it."

"Dressing up?" He echoed, his voice sounding bitter. "Dressing up? I do not dress up, I use my body to tell the world of the word of the Kawaii Goddesses!" He hopped onto his feet, pointing to the sky. "My soul reaches theirs, and in return they bless me with their chant of cuteness."

Wrath's normally adorable dress today just made him look ridiculous, and he knew that. His mood deflated on he swooned onto his bed. That was how it normally went anyway. Now that the Goddesses had forsaken him all he could do was lay here and wait to die. His motto had always been "too sugoi to live, to kawaii to die", but now his kawaii was gone.

He could die now.

That sucked, he didn't want to have to give his body over to death.

"If you think your outfits can regain me the favor of my patron deities then your lungs must be more drug than meat."

Silence. Then he buried his face into his neat bed. It was the only neat thing in his room, considering he never used it. Even his humor was being destroyed by the abandonment of his goddesses.

Even though he wasn't stupid enough to think that she was laughing with him, not with the attitude and not with the fact that this situation was definitely not funny, he didn't lash out. He'd never felt the futility of struggle when he was the one struggling, and he had to say it wasn't a fan. Being on the struggling end was almost enough for him to consider never trying to struggle against the inescapable horrors of losing the favor of the goddesses.

Wrath turned his head to regard Envy slowly. In most situations he'd slap her hand away and make a big point of showing his aggression, making his Sin strong and proud within him. And even though he could feel the Wrath curling within him, he just...

It wasn't happening. It was no good.

He pressed his face into the bed.

"Yeah, sure..." he pushed himself off his bed and smoothed the front of his shirt again. "Though I'm not very convinced. Why the kawaii goddesses would send me someone who doesn't know the first thing about kawaii is beyond me."