Ces Sept Trous Du Cul

The house was on fire. Again. This was a problem, but not one that Ellis felt like dealing with. He told himself that someone else would probably deal with things and decided to ignore the fire and instead go out for a stroll and maybe lunch. A year ago and he would have been panicking, calling 9-1-1, and trying to find anything to put the fire out with, but a year was a long time and things sometimes changed very drastically in twelve months. Especially when those twelve months involve living with the literal personifications of the seven deadly sins.