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[true_desire]

There's an Endless in the bar.
It's shocking.
Desire. In the bar. Who would have guessed?
... Well. Perhaps anyone even vaguely familiar with this particular Endless, but that's neither here nor there.

Desire seems to be without intent this evening, just staying at the usual table, smoking the usual cigarette, and a simple glass of champagne in hand.

An undirected Desire is a bored Desire.
Bad news for anyone who wasn't looking to become Desire's evening entertainment...






[OOC: I've had to slowtime because I'm out of practice -- I'll get back to this!]

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[true_desire]

Desire's eyebrow lifts -- It's the only shift in expression. While Desire isn't stone-faced, the bunny's smoking companion could possibly win a hand or two with that particular poker face.

"I imagine dogs have a hell of a time with that, lacking opposable thumbs."

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Ha!"

The Bunny gnaws on his smoke,even as he smokes it.

"I like you. Who're you anyways?"

[true_desire]

"Desire."

There's a small flourish of a pale hand, smoke trailing off in a heart-shape from the held cigarette -- It's clearly meant as a small (and perhaps self-depreciating) 'ta da!'

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

The Bunny looks at her for a moment, evaluating that statement. He's met some mortals with funny names, and there's nothing some dumb human won't name their kids. He's met everyone from Chlamydia Histeria, to Herpes Simplex B. Killed them too, cause no one should have to go through life with such stupid names.

But even as a mechanical being, there is something that tells him it's more then just a name.

"Desire what?"