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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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Desire grumbles and snuggles up with Regulus.
Because. It's better to be grumpy and cuddled up with him than pissy and alone.

"Just a week. And Meg's bonding with her, which means I don't have to."

There might be a plaintive 'right?' in that statement.

"Oh, I don't know. You might change your mind by the end of the week."

~~But Regulus! Del wouldn't appreciate homicide!~~

It's possible.
Desire doesn't really see how, but you never know. Right?
Desire makes a non-committal sound against Regulus's neck, where he's buried his face again.

Regulus laughs softly, petting Desire's neck gently.

"Anything else interesting happen?"

Desire considers.
"Define interesting, love?"

Blink.

"Um. Something that arouses interest?"

He shrugs.

"I dunno."

"Mm. Well, I have started a few new games. Can't let myself get bored, after all."

Desire ticks them off in his head. "Let's see. There's Amanda Montrose -- She has a diamond that I stole, and she's since stolen it back. I imagine it will keep her busy if she has to watch for when I next take it."

"Then there was an amusing little scene played out with one Jack Driscoll -- He's a writer. He had some trouble wrapping his mind around Death and Desire being 'people,' as I believe he put it."

"Aside from that? The usual flirtations -- Nothing serious. And one of Anthy's former paramours has started visiting the bar, as well."

"Well, someone's been keeping himself busy. Been having fun?"

Desire grins. "Yes, actually."
Well. Until Desire remembers the no smoking rule.
He purses his lips and considers.

"Want anything from the bar, love?"

He shrugs.

"Tch. Suit yourself." Desire gives Regulus a quick kiss on the cheek and shifts the seating arrangements so he can slide out.

When he returns from the bar several minutes later, Desire has a cigarette and a plate of shortbread cookies.
Bar was feeling kind, it seems.

Regulus, of course, steals a cookie.

Shifty look.

... well, they're there to be stolen, aren't they?

Desire has yet to eat much that comes from the bar, that's true: It's a reasonable leap of logic to assume the cookies are for Regulus to steal.

And it's not like Regulus's thievery is going to be noticed: Desire is kinda fixated on the cigarette at the moment.
Jeez, Desire -- Technically, it hasn't been a day yet.

But Desire sure looks pleased.

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