Chapter 171: A Roommate From Hell
Gluttony couldn’t hold back his laughter as the fat pig in front of him dropped to the floor so fast he ended up breaking his own nose. "That’s gotta hurt," he continued to chuckle as the man started to choke on his own blood.
"What’s wrong with him?" asked Hattie, her head still resting on his shoulder as the two of them continued to stare at the meat sack.
"How should I know? Do I look like a doctor?" gasped Gluttony, and he gently booped Hattie’s nose. "Come on, we’ll let him die in peace. Why don’t you show me around a bit?"
"Yes, and he can’t," sighed Hattie; however, her answers made absolutely no sense to Gluttony.
"I’m sorry, Pudding Pop, could you try to say that again?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as he looked at his treasure. The feeling of her in his arms was something that he couldn’t explain, even if he had a thousand words to describe it.
The only thing he could even remotely find similar was when he had found his soul weapon.
Was that it? Was this delicate little creature a part of his soul? Was that why she felt like she belonged in his arms? Like she was made just for him?
"Yes, you do look like a doctor," sighed his meat sack as he pushed forward until he was sharing the same eyes as Gluttony. "I am a doctor, and since you are in my body, that makes you one, too. Get used to it."
"I’m a doctor?!?" sneered Gluttony, panicking a bit. He didn’t sign up for that type of bullshit. He was much more likely to try to kill someone than save them. Was this supposed to be some type of cosmic joke? Might as well just kill his meat sack now and find another less...