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[true_desire]

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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[balletrat]

*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.

[true-desire.livejournal.com]

"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.

[balletrat]

*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.*

[true-desire.livejournal.com]

Ooo. Has Meg ever seen her Papi glower at her that way before?
Beware of ill-tempered Endless!


"I'll see you at home, Marguerite."
And Desire leaves the table, headed toward the bar. Meg's papi is probably in search of cigarettes, actually.

Would you want to get in Desire's way right now?

[balletrat]

A bientot, Papi, *Meg calls out cheerfully, and bounces the baby again, a little absently.

Now.

How is she going to explain this to Andrew?*