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Who: George, Wrath
Where: Out on a casual date
When: Saturday
What: So, you can't be around the children

As dates went, this one was pretty lazy. They'd gone to the bark and were stretched out on a blanket, relaxing in the shade of a tree. They'd brought along food, and George was flicking the weird, wrinkly grapes that they hadn't wanted at the ducks in the pond. The ducks seemed very pleased, though, if the quaking was anything to go by.

"Ducks are cute," George said, draping himself over Wrath to root around in the Tupperware for more food scraps. "They don't sneak attack from above like seagulls, though."

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"Or geese if you try to fuck with their babies," Wrath said, as if she was imparting the wisdom of the ages. "They'll full on bite your ass."

She was feeling full and lazy and part of her just wanted to curl up on the blanket and sleep.

"Haha, have you ever seen swans get really mad?" George asked, rolling off of her with crackers in hand. "They can run across the water to beat the crap out of people. It's so funny."

The ducks near them seemed uninterested in administering a righteous avian beatdown, and happily nibbled on the cracker bits George tossed them.

"So, um, me and Patrick are gonna move."

Wrath was happily imagining angry swans beating up the world when George sort of shattered her concentration. "W-what?" she sat up and pivoted so she was facing him. "To like...another state!?"

"What? No, no, just to a different building!" George reassured her. "Well, to a house, actually. Since Patrick invited Clio and her daughter to move in, and since Mairead was already moving in, we figured we might as well give the dogs a yard to run around in."

"Oh fucking hell!" she hissed at George, momentarily angry. It happened sometimes but usually passed when it was George she was with. "You gave me a fucking heart attack. Shit. Okay well...that'll be nice I guess." Houses were better than apartments, she supposed. But they were harder to clean.

"Yeah, it's really pretty!" George said. "There's a great yard for the dogs, and a room with bookshelf walls because Clio kind of has a literary hoarding problem. I'll have you over when we've got it a little more put together. Um, but you've got to call before you come over. May's a little fragile, and Ella is a little kid, so kind of prone to mood swings anyway."

While Wrath understood her effect on people, she still made a face at that. "Yeah, okay," she mumbled. "Don't want to expose the innocent babies to the big bad Sin." More than ever she wished to be someone or something else. She glanced over at the ducks who were basically apoplectic over a piece of bread or a cracker. She didn't get that excited over anything.

Stupid ducks.

George sat up and leaned over to kiss her shoulder. "I'd much rather have you hanging out with her than one of your siblings. Especially Greed, given that time he stole a baby. But if you come over when she's cranky, then that's gonna be a lot of cranky in one house. That's all."

"No, I know," she groaned. "It's just yet another thing telling me how much I suck." Deciding sitting up was too hard, she leaned back and relaxed against the blanket. "Hard not to take it personal."

"You don't suck," George said, laying down next to her. "You've got a unique set of circumstances, that's all. Patrick can't be in the parades during his feast day because he wanders off, but that doesn't mean he sucks."

Wrath turned her head towards him and then she kissed his cheek. "Guess you're right. And you put up with my circumstances, so I can't be too shit. You gonna miss your old place?"

"You are anti-shit," George said, smiling and leaning against her. "And I'll miss it a little. But I think the new place will feel like home soon. We can set up a kiddie pool and sand in the backyard! Although Kellan might poop in it."

Wrath laughed loudly at that. "He might not if he knows it's for me! I'll just let him look up my shirt again. He likes that." Kellan was her friend and she did hope he could control his shit well enough to keep it out of any pseudo-beach she made. "So you're gonna be living with a teenage girl, huh? Good fuckin' luck."

"That's true, I think he likes you more than me," George said, grinning. "And it's been a long time since I've really been around teenagers, I've kind of forgotten what they're like. Mairead seems like a sweetheart, though."

"I have a vagina sometimes," Wrath said matter-of-factly. "Kellan likes that shit."

She moved closer to him so they were cuddled up. "Pretty sure Mairead hates my guts. Or she looked like she did when I met her at work." Wrath didn't really care, except it might just keep her farther away from George. "Hey. Does this mean if we want to spend the night together you have to do it at mine all the time? If so I should probably move away from Sloth. Otherwise you might get all lazy."

"Kellan is an easy cat to please," George said, wrapping an arm around her. "No, I don't want you to move away from Sloth unless you want to. We'll figure something out."

"I just don't want to see less of you," Wrath said with a pouty look on her face.

"And I don't want to see less of you," George said, kissing her forehead. "This doesn't need to change things too much. And I'll always make time for you."

Wrath was glad to hear it, and she turned towards him. "I'm glad because that'd be shit."

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