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Yes?

Why do you always have to be difficult?

....*frown* It is not as if you were going to send me chocolate and flowers. *huffs a little.*

*scowls*

Why would I send them? I know you don't like people coming to the house.

*still scowling, hands him a bundle of crimson-colored calla lilies*

*gawks, trying to think of something to say, because um....not what he was expecting?*

Merci ... Je ne m'attendais pas.

Je ne pensais pas que vous seriez. Qui est tragique, non?

Peut-être que si vous vous attendez à ce genre de choses, ils se feront plus souvent.

Je ne suis pas romantique. Je ne vois pas un point sur attendez. *looking at the flowers with a bit of a loss. What as he supposed to do with them?*

I thought all saints were real people at one time or another?

No. He wasn' real. They don' know anything about him. Some Pope made him up, and people make it all romantic. *growls with annoyance.*

No shit? Huh. I didn't know they went around making up saints.

Okay then. I can see you're in no mood for greetings of the day, so...

*gives him a quick kiss on the cheek*

How are you, Percy?

I'm fine. Don' I look fine?

Of course, because I am. *He is a bit snippy today*

*smiles, used to Percy being...well, Percy*

Good. Glad to hear it, and yes, you look fine.

And speaking of looking fine, you gonna come to our party? It's not just for Valentine's Day, it's also Arthur's birthday party. Come on, Percy. It'll get you out of the house. There's gonna be lots of liquor and good looking people there.

...what do I care about good looking people, eh? *The liquor is a selling point though*

*smirks and takes a drag*

Oh, you have so many ugly friends, do you?

*grins*

Just come. It'll be fun.

When did I acquire 'friends'?

*pause*

If I say no, are you just goin' to keep bringin' it up?

*shrugs and smirks*

Call us whatever you want. As long as you call us pretty.

*not sure why he's in such a good mood, though it's obviously driving Percy up the wall*

Yeah. Probably.

Besides...it's kind of a special birthday for Arthur. It'd mean a lot to him if you were there.

If I just agree, will you shut it?

*sighs*

Yes, Percy.

*mutters*

You liked my mouth just fine the other day...

......

I heard that.

*sulks*

*groans inward*

Oh fine, I'll go.

*grins*

Now that's what I was hoping to hear.

And now that's settled...

*steps closer to him and puts his arms around him from behind, kissing and nibbling at his neck*

Why don't I put my mouth to better use?

*fidgets a little before looking back at Anson.*

Oy...No' in public.

*lets go, looking appropriately chastened*

Oops. Sorry, Percy. I forgot.