Very Conspicuously Doing Nothing [Open]

Wrath's face was well known by staff. He was pretty sure there were actual posters of him in the teachers lounge, telling other faculty to keep a close eye on him and to have security on speed dial just in case he has one of his infamous "fits", where books, tables, and students alike took unexpected trips when they fell screaming from newly broken windows.

He hated when staff got involved though, because this school had the most annoying burly muscly guys patrolling the halls when all he really wanted was to have some fun.

Or to do nothing where everyone could see him.

At that moment he was stacking books on the table in front of him as if they were buildings and he was the mayor of their shitty little literature town, slotting a dictionary there to be the library and the tiny 'baby's first book' books from the elementary section were what he made the slummy apartments out of. He used bent paper clips to represent prostitutes in the red light district.

Hot.

The sin could feel all of the eyes on him as he worked on his city. They were all waiting for the snap, but little did they know, he was too into his recreation of Manta Carlos in book form to throw all of his toys out of the stroller today.

@"Reiniku"

To be honest, the Sin was kind of surprised the library staff was letting him get away with going this. Normally they were a lot more tight-fisted with their supplies, and didn't want students having too many of them in use in case another student came in needed desperately the entire canister of glitter to make some phenomenally bad choices and cover long hallways with tacky multicolored squares for the rest of the school year.

But today they seemed content to stand behind that weird desk of theirs and looking judgmentally at him over their half-rimmed glasses and hooked noses.

Actually he wasn't sure what the librarian looked like but if he had to guess he assumed that that's what they would look like. They were either frumpy as hell or had the kind of body that you could bounce a marble off. Underneath all their frumpiness, of course.

Wrath grabbed another book off a nearby shelf and stacked it on top of his red-light district, making it look even shadier. So shady, in fact, that he couldn't even peer inside of it it at all. It just looked like a dark hole wherein he could see the occasional glint of paperclip.

He reached for another book, almost enough to make him consider taking a picture and putting it on the internet, when the next thing he new the whole shopping district of his wonderful town was sprawled on the floor.

What. The. Fuck.

"Is that all you have to say for yourself you waste of atoms and carbon?!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. One person had the audacity to shush him. He through a book at their face, and probably broke their nose, and maybe one of their teeth. "Maybe an apology is in order?"

Wrath was trying his best to be calm. He really was.

He was trying, because Greed had told him that if he didn't try to ack like a human, didn't try to blend in and stop ruining things and killing people then he would be forced to do something about it, and that tended to mean punishments like baths where his essence would start leaking out of this gross little skin puppet he was trapped in.

So he was trying not to make a scene.

But the face this stupid kid had the audacity to look at him with, as though he didn't know what he'd done and the eyes of a child despite him very clearly being older than the body the Sin was in, made him clench is fist tightly. He had to physically hold back his other arm to keep from socking this motherfucker.

"I'm yelling because you knocked over my work ASSHOLE!" he growled at the top of his lungs. "And if you must know i was making a very important recreation of the town and if you wouldn't mind getting the fuck out of my sight before i spew liquid hatred into your eyes that would be grand."

Wrath felt the bloodlust, but he wasn't intimidated by it. Actually, it seemed to make him angrier, because this little shit thought that he could make him back down with a little leaking essence and that would be end of it. Naw. He'd seen guys with much spookier auras and much more unquenchable bloodlusts.

Wrath snarled.

"Of course its a real thing! You don't walk up to some guy with a rosary and ask them if the blood of Christ is a real thing and you know why? Because that would be fucking rude is why!"