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Who: George, Wrath
Where: George's apartment
When: Valentine's Day!
What: George and Wrath have been hit by the ~arrows of love~. Let's see if they notice any difference.

George dreaded Valentine's Day. Not for any abstract reason involving angst and the commercialization of love. No, his reasons were much more practical: Valentine's Day was the day half of New York went fucking crazy.

It had happened to him before, and he did not like it at all. Suddenly finding himself in love with a complete stranger was embarrassing at best, and tragic at worse. So it was with a feeling of slight terror that he opened his eyes on Valentine's Day and peered around the room, expecting to be hit at any moment with the urge to go make love to a unicorn or something equally ridiculous.

Nothing. George slumped to the bed gratefully, and then frowned. It was a shame Wrath wasn't here. She'd left last night to go make sure that Sloth wasn't asleep under a pile of pillows (suffocation risk) and George had been planning to take her out tonight, but...that was way too long to wait. He called in to work to tell his boss that he couldn't come in, and then he called Wrath.

There was important cuddling and possibly sex that needed to happen today.

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Wrath grabbed the phone, hoping it was George calling. She needed to hear his voice. She had been sitting in the kiddie pool naked, and then she had been overcome with thoughts of her boyfriend.

"George?" she answered. If it wasn't him she was going to go punch a wall.