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Who: UK!George, Lust
Where: Central Park
When: Sunday
What: Let's not get married!

George was waiting in Central Park, sitting on a bench and watching the ducks in the pond as they glided across the water. It was a fairly picturesque place to ask someone not to marry you. He'd texted his location to her, and now it was just a matter of waiting. If she got truly irritated, she at least couldn't try to murder him in public.

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"That is not quite how I remember that series of events, but whatever," George said. "My point is, be nice. Just to try it out."

George's hotel was just a block ahead, and he'd hopefully be able to convince her by then. There hadn't been much talking last time.

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Lust shrugged, "Okay. As long as you do something not nice." she looked at him, "Just to try it out." she would not pervert her nature for free.

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"I've done not-nice things," George said, staring ahead. "Enough to know I don't have a taste for it."

Or at least, not enough of a taste for it to ignore his conscience screaming at him.

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"Me too." she watched the people walking along the street like they were idiots, "I've tried things on your side. It doesn't work for me."

She took in a deep breath through her nose, "And it's unpleasant that you keep painting me to be some cruel little whore that's raping you and torturing your friends."

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George stopped abruptly and turned to her. "I'm not--I don't think you're raping me, Lust." He left it at that, since it was a can of worms that he never wanted to touch. "I just...I don't know what this is, between us. And I don't think you're going to torture George, but you do seem very intent on stabbing him. He's an idiot and sometimes I want to punch him in the head, but I care about him. And he's me."

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She gave him a steely look, "What's between us is clothes, George. I don't know why you have this compulsion to define everything. As for Dickslayer, he is a version of you, one I don't give a tiny rat's ass about except when it comes to keeping my sister happy. She already approved the face stabbing. It's not like I'm chopping off his leg." seriously, Saints made such big deals out of the littlest things.

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"She's not going to approve of the face stabbing when he throws a fit about it." George pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, but still held the door to the hotel lobby open for her. "And I'm sorry, Lust, but I like to understand what I'm doing. So to speak."

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"Hindsight bla bla bla." she said dismissively as she breezed into the lobby, turning in a fluid motion and grabbing him by the lapels, pulling him in as she walked backwards. "You're having fun." she abruptly stopped walking and raised a brow, "Unless you don't want to."

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He leaned forward and kissed her. It wasn't exactly chaste. "If I didn't want to be here, I would leave."

She's gonna fuck his brains out if you wanna skip over or do a new log or end, whatever you like =D

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She looked mildly surprised but pleased. She didn't say anything just gave a devilish smile and took him by the tie like it was a leash. They had a very busy day ahead of them.

Fade to black, accompanied by porno saxophones XD

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George let himself be led. He sent off a quick text to the Yankee, telling him not to come over for a while. He would be busy.