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It's not that Desire hasn't been visiting Milliways: Desire has.
As the Endless is so fond of reminding old friends, this is a bar: Desire never really leaves.
But maybe, just maybe, it's the first time in a long while that the Endless has been spotted moving through the crowd, reclaiming the usual booth.
Desire smirks, sets the cigarette in hand into the blue ashtray on the table and proceeds to get comfortable, shoes propped up on the bench across the way.

So.
How long has it been since you've seen Desire?

[ OOC: Pretty please! I'm attempting to get back in the swing. Ping me at milliwaysdesire before pouncing me, so I know what to expect? Thanks! - Bansh ]

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*Meg beams genially around.*

Dieu, it's like a family reunion - hey, Derry!

*There is bending over to wiggle her fingers at her cousin, because that's clearly what you do with babypeople.*

It totally is.

Derry wiggles her fingers back.

"Hello Meg, who is lucky enough to not inherit stupid genes from her father," sniffing the air.

Desire glares.
"Yes, much like Derry seems not to have inherited the crazy from her mother. Though there's still time for that -- wouldn't you say, Del?"

Desire pauses the Family spat to peck Meg on the cheek. "Salut, petite."

*Meg blinks, glancing from father to aunt.

And says, judiciously, with extra-cute,* Tante Del, would you let me hold Derry? It's been a while since we've had, you know, cousinly bonding.

*Get the little one out of the line of fire, is the strategy.*

"Oui, ma papillon." Handing Derry carefully over. "Tante Del has to hurt your father now."

That's another, very sharp, attempt at a kick Desire gets from the youngest sister.

Desire hisses as the kick lands home, right where shin meets kneecap -- Clearly, Del's winning the psysical part of all this, but that only encourages Desire to keep going with words.

"Tch! Why, Del -- It almost feels like I've struck a nerve somewhere."

*Now that Derry is safe, Meg watches the proceedings with some interest.*

Can I ask why there's hurting, or is it just for fun?

"I am NoT cRaZy!" she hisses.

"OuTsIdE oUtSiDe OuTSiDe, NOW. So I CaN hURt YoU mOrE."

Derry looks at Meg and sums it up with, "Uh-oh."

Desire borrows a page from the book of Del and hisherit's favorite pirate. "That's not much incentive for me to fight fair, is it?"

Smirky bastard.

"Besides. We're having such a lovely family reunion, don't you think? -- Derry really is cute as a button."

*Meg's head is turning back and forth, rather like someone watching a game of volleyball.

Murmured, to Derry:* I thought we were all crazy here.

"YoU aRe So On My ShITlISt," she informs Desire, and then she's gone.

Derry waves at the empty space and says, "Bye-bye."

And throws a stuffed frog at Desire's head.

Desire laughs.
Up until the frog hits, of course, but still -- Laughing! And Desire knows mow much Del hates that, too.
Wow.
What a shitty Sibling.

Desire gives Meg and Derry a look that says, 'What?'

*Meg jiggles her cousin, and says, cheerfully,* Well, that was -

*Pause.

As Meg realizes that Derry's mummy has just abruptly disappeared.*

. . . er.

Desire looks at Meg, and then at Derry.
Tch.
That could be potentially problematic, couldn't it?

"She'll be back in a minute, when she realizes what she's forgotten."
Desire certainly sounds sure of that.

Well, *Meg says, a little nervously,* it's all right, I've taken care of Derry before . . .

*For a day, sure.*

Desire makes a dismissive little gesture at Meg. "Ne t'inquiètes pas. Any moment now."

Two moments.
Three.

Desire begins to wonder how long (Tempus Frangit) Del needs before she knows Derry is missing.

*Meg stares down at the baby in her arms.*

. . . . so, papi, *she says, brightly,* how do you feel about babies in the Threshold?

The sharp glance should be enough of an answer on that.

*Meg bounces Derry up and down, absently, and aims a wry smile at her father.*

. . . well, I guess if you want me back there anytime soon, you'd better hope Tante Del gets back here.

- I mean, I can't just leave her.

Meg's papi taps a finger impatiently against the table.

Desire is beginning to have a sneaking suspicion that hesheit doesn't like.

"I'll be back," Desire grumbles, and disappears (http://www.livejournal.com/community/endless_realms/17141.html).

*Derry looks at Meg.

Meg looks at Derry.

Derry looks at Meg.

Meg looks at Derry.*

. . . here's looking at you, kid, *says Meg, eventually.*

When Desire fades back into the bar, Meg's papi looks less than pleased.
Hurricanes look less stormy, actually.

Desire doesn't have a cigarette. And Desire is leveling a look at Derry that borders on homicidal.
"It looks like you've been granted some bonding time with your cousin, petite."

*Derry waves brightly at her uncle.

Meg, meanwhile, eyes himherit, and says,* Remind me to bet on Del next time there's a family fight.

"Then next time you'll be out some money, petite."
Desire habitually reaches for the cigarette case that's been at home in this jacket for a little over a year -- and the Endless's hand closes on nothing.

Desire says something in a language no one at this table knows, but sounds perfectly vile and anatomically unfeasible regardless.

*Derry burbles, and makes an attempt to repeat it.

It's not particularly successful, but it's the thought that counts, right?

Meg, treacherously, snickers.*

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