|Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2019-04-23 02:04:00
|Entry tags:||saint george, saint patrick, wrath|
Who: Saint Patrick, Saint George, Wrath
When: Afternoon, Monday
Where: Their house
The airfares on Easter Sunday were ridiculous, and so Famine and Patrick returned home the next day. He was still without money or any of his ID, but at least he had the clothes Wrath had gathered for him and sent with Famine. And Famine dropped him off at his house, negating the need for paying an Uber or taxi.
Patrick stared up at the house he hadn't seen in over a month, feeling anxious about being home. He still didn't know what he had gotten up to during his blackout and it made him uneasy. What made him feel a little less uneasy was Wrath opening the front door and screaming at him, "stop just standing there and staring like a fucking spaz! Get the fuck inside, goddamn, dude! Your brother is going to flip his tits!"
A smile played at the corner of Patrick's mouth and he dragged his backpack towards the door and Wrath, who immediately relieved him of it the second he reached her. "Though you fucking karked it," Wrath added, though her voice was now fond.
"Not that I know of," Patrick shrugged as she kind of poked him through the door. "Your guess is as good as mine."