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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David walks into the bar. You think he'd have seen it. He goes to the buffet table, fills up a plate, and sits down at a table with a notebook and a pen and is lost deep in concentration, writing.

If anyone should approach him, they'd probably need to poke him to get his attention.

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[alas_alas]

*poke!* *glomp*

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David is both poked and glomped, and he complains about neither. He smiles at Echo from beneath a mass of said girl, and when he sits upright again, he retrieves a pair of glasses from the floor and sets them back on his nose.

"Well hello," he says, grinning from ear-to-ear at her.

[alas_alas]

"...hello..." she smiles back. Arms still around his neck, she looks down at what he's doing.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He blushes and hides the notepad away. "Not doodling. Writing," he says with another blush.

"How are you? Are you okay?"

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick practically flew over to David, a wide grin on his face and his eyes practically glowing with cheer.

"Hello, David! Happy Saint Nicholas' Day!" Without explaining, he pulls the sack that is over his shoulder to the front, where he reaches in and pulls out a little black bag. He holds it out for David.

"Sorry for the drab color. It was...all I had. But the cookies are very good, I promise. I...hope you enjoy them."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He looks at Nick and can't help but smile. "Jolly you may be, but fat you certainly are not! So anyway, Happy St. Nick's Day to you too!"

He accepts the back happily, opening it and smelling deep. In an attempt not to salivate and flood the bar, he closes the back and sighs happily. "They smell delicious!"

And he points to the chair. "The colour matters not; take a seat with me?"

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick grins.

"I'll sit for a moment or two, but I have lots of bags to deliver, you see."

And sits.

"So how are you, David?"

Nick looks happier than he's been in a while.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

"I have no cause for complaint, other than a strange angel on my case. You look... beamy, Nick.

"Any explanation?"

Not that he needs one. David likes to see people happy.

[lir-kitty-zot.livejournal.com]

A small cat appears, and killses his pen ded.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He surrenders the pen to her and smiles. "Hello again, Zot." He holds his hand out to her. Last time, she didn't like him in the slightest. "What do you think now?"

[lir-kitty-zot.livejournal.com]

She sniffs at him, and then promptly starts to pet herself with his finger.

Apparently, it was the vampire thing.

She purrs, faintly.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He smiles and sighs, picking her up and cradling her in his arms. "I'm glad. Your mother seems to like me well enough; it'd be a shame if you didn't."

He scritches her in all the right places.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie spots David and plays a little of Nowhere Man just to see if he notices.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He of course recognises the music, and recognises that it being a Beatles tune, it must be Charlie. He looks around the room, trying to place him, and, upon seeing him at the piano, grins and waves.

Join me? Or shall I join you?

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie makes a c'mere gesture. He needs to be at the piano but David can write anywhere.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David grins and picks up his notebook, pen, and makes his way over, pushing a set of half-moon wire-rimmed glasses up his nose.

"Morning! Or, er, afternoon. Evening? I never know. Hi! How are you?"

[rita-report.livejournal.com]

The dogs, oh yes indeed, the dogs... what did I just see over there? Rita walks up, fervently wishing for her quill. "Hello."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

"Good morning," he says, smiling at her. "How does the day find you?"

[rita-report.livejournal.com]

"Very well," she says graciously. "And you?"

[ookookook.livejournal.com]

*The Librarian does poke him.*

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He looks up, rubbing his arm tenderly. "Ow."

But he doesn't sound mean.

[ookookook.livejournal.com]

*The Librarian smiles brightly.* Ook!

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby scowls from the bar when he sees David, but he makes no movement towards him.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David feels eyes on him and looks around for the source.

Seeing who it is, David neither smiles nor scowls.

He offers a small waving-of-his fingers.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby looks away.