George ducked as throw pillows flew through the air, hitting the wall behind him.
"I can't believe this! You two act like idiots and I'm the one getting punished." Kagome hissed, flicking her wrist and sending the throw blanket on the back of her couch at him.
"To be fair, I got in trouble too." George offered, pulling the blanket from his head.
Kagome stormed forward, jabbing her finger into his chest. "Community service is not 'getting in trouble', you didn't loose your job. Do you know how hard I worked to get good marks in school?"
George pushed her hand down carefully, knowing full well a sharp movement had the potential to set her off again. "Look at it this way, now you get to sleep a little, be refreshed."
Mentally cursing herself for being so short, Kagome stood up on her toes in an attempt to be at his eye level. "I didn't care about that, I was helping people, George. Do you know how nice it was to feel needed in that sense?"
"Not where blood is concerned… but I do help."
"Selling stupid funny pranks doesn't help anyone." Kagome grumbled.
George frowned, "they're not stupid… and some people cope differently… wasn't that already established?"
"Oh yes… mine was to help people physically heal, yours was to obviously become destructive and rude. Picking fights at other people's work, that's smart." Kagome nodded.
"I was trying to help. Did you want me to do nothing when you kept coming into the shop crying?" George asked.
"Yeah." Kagome said, her eyes wide as she nodded.
George shrugged and nodded slowly, "fine, then don't come to me crying next time. Deal with it yourself."
"I didn't ask you to take care of it, it's called venting!" Kagome exclaimed.
"Then find someone else to vent to." George growled back, disapparating with a loud crack.
Turning, Kagome stomped through the apartment, slamming the bedroom door behind her. Sliding down the piece of wood, she grunted when something hard fell onto her head.
"What's this?" she whispered, turning the small parcel around in her hands.
To be opened and read by the Healer Higurashi
'Fred?' she thought, reading the little note on the envelope.
With a sigh, she opened the bottom drawer of her dresser, burying the parcel in the contents before shutting it. "That'll never be opened then." She sighed rubbing her head.