this you can keep Who: Charlene and Ulysses When: Late afternoon Where: By the river
It was a very, very difficult thing for Ulysses to get anything done concerning that wandering wife of his when that wandering wife of his was always working. When she was always doing his job he couldn't catch her doing the other things that he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was. And when he didn't get to catch her at things he tended to get just a little bit bored. Or even depressed. A man couldn't be expected to come searching for someone he expected to find doing all the wrong things only to find her waist-deep in her "hospital deeds" and be left in a good mood. He hadn't even been able to play with that Lumi girl for long. Damn these people with their morals and why on earth did anyone have them in this day and age? Outdated. Normally Ulysses liked outdated things too, but in ways like that it was just pointless, ridiculous and even needless. Wasteful, yes, it was a huge waste to have someone who looked like that behaving like she hadn't given it up in the back of the quarterback's car. Really? Ulysses knew girls like that. She had.
But she was out of the picture which meant Circe was fully in it and boring him. The most interesting thing that'd happened in the past few weeks was that little encounter with the thief on the street who had a tattletale of a familiar. That'd actually been kind of fun. Too bad it wasn't a common occurrence or Ulysses wouldn't find himself so terribly bored. So bored that he was actually wandering along the banks of the river in hopes that something worth his while would happen. Such as seeing one of those demons everyone was carrying on about, or even a bloated and dead body. Those weren't his favorite things and the wisest course of action with a demon would likely be to run away or hope he could uproot a tree, but it'd be better than sitting and staring at the walls. Or going over to Zaviar's only to find the black-blooded dunce or his redheaded cousin. Madeleine had been entertaining, but Zaviar had been so put out over him upsetting her like he had. Silly man being protective over a woman. Though Ulysses supposed that if Circe had ever gone and found herself pregnant with his child -- physical impossibility -- he'd... still not really care. Wasn't half the value lost if the product was irreversably damaged? Holy water did not leave physically visible scars, but pregnancy and birth? Did.
Sighing to himself, Ulysses crouched down at the edge of the bank to peer harder at a clump of... ah, river seaweed. Narrowing his eyes slightly he stretched his hand out and caused the patch to float up, strings of dark green dangling down and dripping into the flowing water. "There is nothing interesting in this town," Ulysses informed the thin air before he tossed the mass across the river to splatter against a tree, bits sticking while other pieces slipped down and back into the water.