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WHO: Wrath, George and Patrick
WHAT: Wrath wanting to hang out
WHEN: Tuesday night
WHERE: George and Patrick's
WARNINGS: Language!



Sure Wrath and Envy had gone and messed with the human George had been all worried about previously, but there was no reason for George to know that. Wrath wanted someone to pay attention to her and George was better company than Sloth, especially right now. She couldn't just stay and annoy Envy all the time. The other Sin would kill her.

So she knocked on George's door with a bag entirely full of chicken nuggets and fries. "George!" she called, because she wasn't known for being patient. It wasn't George who answered though.

Patrick opened the door and he said, "Hi ther-" before the grin slid from his face and he yelped.

"Oh calm your man-tits, Saint Drunky," Wrath glowered at him. "I come in peace."

"Buh?" Patrick asked, intelligently.

"Where's your brother, you're fucking boring."

Patrick just stared at the Sin, obviously frozen because he didn't know what to do. Wrath rolled his eyes. "George, I brought you dinner!" she called, hoping he would show up and she didn't have to hurt Saint Ginger out of annoyance. George would not be pleased with her.