When a pudding cup exists within five feet of Wrath and doesn't get eaten instantly, you know something's wrong.

Wrath tilts his head where it sits on the edge of the table so that his hair falls away from his face enough to peer up at Ralph with one eye. His mouth is tugged down in a morose little frown. He has no reason to keep his feelings on the matter hidden-- he doesn't even know the meaning of the word of discretion. When the Homunculus Wrath is upset, everyone gets to know why.

"Lust and Alphonse are away and I'm sad. Alphonse was going to show me how to ride a bi-cycle but then he left."