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WHO: Patrick and Famine
WHAT: AWKWARD KISSES omfg!
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WHERE: Patrick's place
WARNINGS: Uhm, overload of adorablilty?



It might seem strange to ask for distraction by someone who had once willingly starved him, but Patrick loved Famine and she was always good company. Their past was just that; the past. In fact, he had spent the entire day contemplating going back to work while baking and cooking up a storm. He had an entire banquet to offer Famine if she wanted it. And she usually did.

Patrick was terrified that Joey had been taken by a demon or some other charlatan. His dear friend Neil had been taken by Lucifer and killed. It was Patrick's greatest fear but considering the cock-up that had been the rescue of Bridget, Patrick knew he couldn't rush in and try to save Joey even if he did know where he was. Not if Lucifer had him, and that really was the most likely outcome. He messaged Michael and now all he could do was sit and wait. He didn't stand a chance against the fallen angel. Lucifer could crush him like a bug.

When Patrick heard the knock on the door, Patrick ran to answer it while sucking some chocolate off his thumb. "Hi," he said with a smile. "I melted a bunch of chocolate to dip strawberries in because yum."

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SO HOW MUCH DO I LOVE THESE TWO?! LIKE, A TON. XD

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Famine blinked too, at the sudden loss of contact. "You look like I'm going to slap you," she said. "Don't worry, I'm not. It's not like I hated it, or anything. I just...wasn't expecting it, I guess."

UHM A MILLION TONS!?

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Patrick breathed out and then he flapped his hands about a little. "I didn't mean to! I do that sometimes. I just- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

I'm just like, 'MY PRECIOUS BBS COME HERE AND LET ME CUDDLE YOU'

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"You need to calm down, Irish," she said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's not like you...impugned my honor, or anything, and I'm not leaving, so just breathe. Actually, breathe a few more times. You kind of look like you're going to freak out on me." She squeezed his shoulder. "So don't be sorry, OK? Everything's fine."

SO many cuddles!

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Patrick nodded and he breathed like Famine told him to. He still felt horrible. It's what he always did, rushing into something without thinking. "Okay. Calming. I didn't mean to, you're just really pretty."

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OK, that made her do a little double-take. She opened her mouth to say that this wasn't really what she looked like, this was just a construct she wore to walk among mortals so she wasn't an eight foot tall rider on the back of an enormous horse.

But maybe it was the fact that she'd been wearing this shape for so long, or maybe she was just finally starting to understand emotions, but it made her feel...nice, she supposed. "Thanks," she said quietly. "I don't think anyone's ever called me pretty before."

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Patrick blushed a little then and he leaned back, grabbing a cookie to buy some time. "Well everyone else is silly," he said, his voice a little quiet. He cleared his throat and said, "I won't do it again. I'm just a little ridiculous."

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"You're not ridiculous," she said, as though her mouth was on automatic. "Everything like this is just...it's new to me. I'm not human, I never have been, and my sisters aren't really pouring on the compliments, you know? And like I said before, you shouldn't have to change who you are, or censor yourself, for anyone. And that includes me." She polished off the last of her pie and reached for her own cookie. "And while I will agree that everyone else is indeed silly, I think I've been in this shape long enough that being complimented once in a while makes me smile, instead of cocking my head and staring at someone like they grew a second head."

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Patrick chuckled at that and he started to relax. "Well I'll remember that for the future and give you many compliments."

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She nudged him in the ribs again. "Careful, or you'll give me a big head." She took a bite of cookie and chewed, thinking as she did so. "I mean, you're only the second person I've kissed, ever. And the first time I didn't get a say in the matter." She shrugged. "I'm a blindfolded person in a dark room."

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Patrick screwed up his face then, looking half-shocked and horrified. "You what? You didn't get a say? What happened?"

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She waved a hand. "Stop looking like at me like that, I was fine. It was Valentine's Day, when that little idiot Greek goes around shooting people. When I was curled up in bed with vodka, and really not knowing how to deal with things."

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"Oh, I see. Yeah, I think Michael got shot by him as well but he wouldn't say who he fell for." Patrick shrugged. "Did I make you uncomfortable?"

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She started laughing and choked on the last bite of her cookie. "Michael," she said, when she could speak again. "Michael. The general of all the armies of Heaven...got shot by a love arrow." She cough-laughed for a few more moments. "Oh man. I shouldn't be laughing so hard."

She shook her head. "Naw, Irish," she said, patting him on the shoulder. "You're golden. Just...a little warning next time would be good with me."

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"He told me that under duress, I don't know if he wants it getting around!" Patrick said quickly.

Next time? Did she mean that she wanted there to be a next time? Because that was...weird. And also new. He cleared his throat and then he nodded. "Yeah, alright. Warning. Got it."

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Famine mimed zipping her lips shut and throwing away the key. "Well anyone who hears about it won't hear it from me."

"I know that look," she said. "You're overthinking, and I probably phrased something wrong. I didn't mean a literal next time. I'm really fine where we are right now."

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"No! Me- I- Me- Yes!" Patrick agreed, happy where they were as well. "I mean yes me...also. Ahem. Rainbow cake?!"

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"Good," she said, punctuating the word with a nod. "And yes, I'd love some rainbow cake. I was serious about the job, too, if you ever want to come work for the restaurant."

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Finally relaxing a little, Patrick laughed. "Alas I think I am destined to help my people settle in here." He cut her a slice of the cake and handed the plate over. "But it's nice to be wanted."

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"Oh fine," she said, with a huge fake put-upon sigh. "But, looking at it another way, more cake for me. I'm a greedy bitch, but yummy, rainbow cake." She sliced off a piece with her fork and smiled around it. "Good stuff, man."

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"You should take it home with you," he offered. "I have a cake movey thing somewhere. I had to save it from my old house, but I wanted to keep it for this exact kind of thing."