Who: George and Patrick What: NEW HOUSE OMG :D (Originally posted by George) When: Tuesday? Where: ~Brand new house~
A few days into moving, George found himself wondering where he'd gotten so much stuff. Had all of this really fit in his little car for so long?
Of course, not all of it was old and battered. George pulled a framed picture out of a box, the photo showing him and his brothers in Patrick's apartment. Patrick had an arm around Andrew's shoulders, and George was hugging David like Dewi was his favorite teddy bear in the whole world. David, as usual, was bearing George's shenanigans with patience.
Patrick showed especially excellent timing in knocking right then.
George leapt to his feet happily and darted to the door, sweeping his brother up in a hug. "Hey! I can't wait to show you the house!"
"OOF!" Patrick cried out, because even when you were expecting George's hugs, they were still quite an experience. He grinned against George's shoulder and laughed at the how excited George was. "I can't wait either! Hey, did you get my presents!?"
"Yes!" George said, practically bouncing. "They've got a place of honor in the bathroom, and I've been popping Pez's out of the little me-shaped dispenser all day. I make candy taste awesome!"
Patrick chuckled, and then he looked slightly disturbed for a second as he realised that George had been beheaded and maybe it was a little morbid to be eating candy out of the neck of a toy shaped like someone who was beheaded. But he let that thought pass him right by.
"I'm glad you liked them! I had a lot of fun buying them because you deserve good things. George, I'm so happy you have this lovely new house and Sebastian gets to go to University!"
"Speaking of which, look at this place," George said, opening his arms to encompass the foyer and the living room beyond. "Patrick, this is insane. Look at all this space. I seriously cannot believe this is happening, on top of Sebastian going to Columbia."
Patrick looked around, his mouth hanging slightly open. It was a beautiful house. "Thou shalt not covet thy brother's home...I am sure that is in there somewhere. But this is amazing, and I am slightly covetous," Patrick said with a grin.
George closed the door behind Patrick, keeping the cold out.
"It's got four floors. It's got a cellar, and a backyard." He ran a hand through his hair, boggling at it. "I asked the neighbors what they paid for their place, roughly. It was...well, more than I'm ever gonna have. Can I tell you a secret? And you're not allowed to tell anyone else, except John because I think Sebastian's gonna tell him?" George took a deep breath. "Opium bought us this place."
Patrick reached for George's hand and he gave it a squeeze then. "I had an inkling. I don't know anyone else with this kind of money, at least not that I am aware of. This is incredibly kind of him. I'm grateful he's done this for both of you." Having met Opium, Patrick was not worried about his brothers living in a house purchased by him as he might have been otherwise.
"It's bought and paid for. He applied Sebastian to Columbia, too," George said, sitting down on the stairs. "And you know me, I can't really tell the difference between good paranoia and bad paranoia anymore. But I can't find a downside to any of this."
Patrick rushed to sit beside George, because he liked cuddling up to his brother. "No, me neither. I think you guys needed a change and Sebastian seems ecstatic about it." Patrick leaned against George's shoulder. "And it's a totally bitchin' pad. With a room for everything!"
George cackled and through an arm around Patrick's shoulders. "Your slang is very hip, Patrick."
Patrick's comment about a room for everything made George remember one of the things he'd wanted to show Patrick, and he grinned. "Oh! Come on, I want to show you the top floor!"
He tugged Patrick up the stairs, tripping on half of them because he wouldn't let go of Patrick's arm. He only let go once they reached the fourth floor. It was wide open and airy, windows and skylights letting in the light from outside.
"Ta-da! Say hi to the new sparring room!"
"My slang is the hippity hippest, thank you very much," Patrick grinned, and then he was being dragged up several flights of stairs by his older and larger brother. It was a lucky thing Patrick was small and quick.
When they reached the top, Patrick glanced at George, content to leave his arm in George's possession for the moment. "Oh! Sparring! And what particular asses do you intend to practice kicking in here?"
"Well, I'm going to pretend I'm beating up the Devil or something," George said, walking the perimeter of the room. He'd need to buy sparring mats. "But! I'm going to practice with Sebastian up here, and maybe David and Andrew if they want."
And now he'd actually have space to at least practice the longbow with David. It was safe to say this was George's favorite part of the new house.
"And I can practice with you, if you want?"
Patrick raised and eyebrow at that and he glanced sideways at George. "Do you...think I should?" Patrick's first instinct was to ask John what he thought as well. Patrick seemed to instinctually feel that way a lot lately. It made him feel more relaxed having someone to talk to about these things, but he knew he could trust George as well.
"Did I used to be good at it? I'm terrified I'll just fall over if I try now..."
"I'd feel better if I knew you could beat down on anyone who attacked you," George said with a shrug. "But I'd also feel better if Sebastian would let me dig a bunker in the basement, so you know, take that with a grain of salt."
George eyed the cabinets and sword racks near the walls. He'd moved most of his weapons over already, and most of the sparring equipment too. "Yeah, you were great at it. I was never worried when I had you at my back."
Patrick's eyes widened and he patted George's shoulder. "Georgie, please do not dig a bunker in your basement. But you probably have a point there. So..." Patrick smiled, "I helped you out then? I like that."
"It's good to have people here to help restrain those impulses," George laughed. "And yeah, Patty, you helped me out, and I helped you out. We were awesome demon fighters."
Patrick giggled, which was probably quite un-demon-huntery. But he liked hearing he was something other than a giant ball of uncertainty and issues.
"Okay. Teach me how to defend myself, but that's it. I don't really want...you know, weapons and stuff. The sword is all yours. I would just do it wrong."
"Cool!" George said, bouncing on his toes a little. "And you'd do fine with weapons, I bet, but it's better to start on regular self-defense first anyway. This'll be fun!"
He was possibly a little too gleeful.
"Will it be fun, or will I end up terribly bruised and feeling incompetent?" Patrick asked, though he was mostly kidding. "You're a dork, you know. Do you know?"
"It'll be tons of fun!" George said, before launching a noogie at Patrick. "And you are not allowed to call your Jedi Master a dork! I'm a Jedi Master now."
"Auuuugghhhhhhh!" Patrick squealed, so loud it echoed off the walls. He flapped his hands at George and then escaped from him with a grin. "Don't get me wrong, I love dorks and I am one too, but I think you calling yourself a Jedi Master sort of proves my point," Patrick grinned cheekily and then he danced out of George's reach.
George stuck his tongue out at his brother. "You won't be saying that once I get a lightsaber." He grinned. "And you're already an expert at escaping from my death grip, which is a good start."
"Are you saying the 'Patented Patrick Anti-noogie Shimmy' is an actual self-defence move?" Patrick grinned. "ANd if you had a lightsaber, I would probably follow you around in awe the rest of our lives. You know...more than I do now."
"Your shimmying powers are second to none," George said. "And if I get a lightsaber, you have to learn how to use one too, so we can have duels. It's only fair."
"Oh alright, I'll duel you with a lightsaber, but only if I can have a blue one like Obi-Wan," Patrick said, going back to stand near George, wondering if his brother would still retaliate. "It's a great room, George."
George wrapped Patrick up in a hug instead. "You can have any lightsaber color you want. C'mon, I'll show you the rest of the place."
Patrick grinned as they turned out of the sparring room and back to the stairs. "I just don't want a green one because it's so cliche for me. Oh but that purple one could be nice! See what you've done, George? You've distracted me from your pretty hou- What's that!" Patrick said, pointing mostly to the hallway. It was obvious what it was, but he was over-excited.