Barry's Old Warehouse, Warehouse District, Friday Afternoon

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Kathy had been a busy little bee over the last few days and, finally, all of her holiday shopping was over with. And rather than attempting to wrap everything at the house, where anyone could wander in and spoil themselves for their Christmas (or birthday!) surprises, Kathy had brought all of the presents to the warehouse to wrap in peace and security. They'd stay there until the household managed to get a proper Christmas tree set up and decorated and then she'd bring them home and stash them under it and at last the house would be ready for Christmas.

Maybe they could go out and get a tree this weekend, if Dante got back from Limbo City by then? She was hoping they could decorate the tree together, as a household, with mulled wine and Christmas carols and tasty treats because bribing her housemates with sugar was a tried and true method.

Just a few more presents and her wrapping would be done. And then maybe she'd go get whatever insane holiday drink the Perk had concocted over the last week and then go bug Eliot for another guitar lesson or something.

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[rebelscreams]

"Because I wanted to."

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy really wished her Dante was around to act as a translator. Because now she was seesawing back towards sympathy, rather than anger.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you just like fucking with my emotions," she said, taking another step closer, looking up into his eyes.

[rebelscreams]

"I never said a word to you," Dante said, rolling those eyes. "You're the one who came out here."

[spin_kick_snap]

"Because I saw you on the roof." Kathy said, rolling her eyes. "I thought you were my Dante, back from Limbo City. I thought that you'd want me out there."

[rebelscreams]

"Yeah, but that doesn't make this my fault," Dante shot back.

[spin_kick_snap]

"You know what?" Kathy said, throwing her hands up, "forget it. You do whatever you're going to do. I don't know why I even bothered arguing with you in the first place. You do your thing and I'll do mine."

He'd already alerted her to the danger. If he wanted to fuck off rather than deal with her, that was fine. That just meant one fewer person to argue with when she went out to fight anyway.