Breakfast at Milliways

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Richard steps behind the bar and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

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David walks up without an entrance post because his mun's bored.

"Morning, Richard," he says, smiling.

His hair's rather noticeably different.

[OOC: Am at school, darlin', so replies will be slow or non-existent 'til I get home!]

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He grins.

"Morning, David. What have you done to your hair?"

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[OOC: Or, you know, the lecturer could turn up late for the rest of the afternoon class. Whatever.]

"Echo had Isabel do it last night," he says with a smile and an exaggerated flick. "What do you think? Think it suits me?"

He grins.

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He looks for a moment, and reaches out to stroke it.

"Oddly enough, it does. You and Charlie do well with hair-colours."

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He grins. "Thanks. Although you should have seen me when I was gray. Old and distinguished, I was."

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"And you're old and foolish now."

He strokes the hair again.

"But very handsome."

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"I am not old!" he says with some disdain, still smiling.

But foolish? Even he couldn't argue with that.

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"Are too. You're, wot, ninety, one hundred? You're body is young, but you're mind has been around a while. Just like Armand and Lestat."

He pulls his hand away and starts cleaning glasses.

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He smirks. "Excuse me, I'll be 89 on my next birthday, you cheeky git you!" he says, and leans over the bar without touching her and thwaps Richard on the shoulder.

"And I don't look a day over 26, unlike you," he adds, and sticks his tongue out.

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Richard pokes his tongue right back out.

"Armand hasn't complained about my looks once."

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"He has no cause to," he says and sits on a stool. "You're a handsome young thing."

Has anyone ever said anything about how old Armand looks?

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Richard blushes a bit. "am not."

He looks up.

No, and it's the strangest thing. I've been expecting someone to slap or shout at me for him for months now.

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"Are too, and don't dare argue with me," he grins. "And as for that..."

He shrugs.

Maybe no one thinks it's a problem.

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He shrugs too.

Guess not. Charlie's been grousing, but not because of his looks.

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Still going on about Armand hurting me?

He sighs.

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He nods.

None of us were happy about that, but Charlie can't let it go.

Richard looks into his eyes.

I am sorry that he hurt you. I would have stoped him.

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He shakes his head. "Stop apologising. I wouldn't have stopped him so you wouldn't have, either."

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"Promise?"

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He looks at Richard somewhat sadly. "Have you ever known me to turn him down?"

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He shakes his head.

"Not anymore than I've been able to."

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He touches Richard's cheek.

"I didn't refuse him. He only hurt me because he didn't ask first. I won't make the same mistake again."

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"Good...it just looked....he was so rough with you. No one should take you like that."

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He lowers his eyes, just a little.

What if I liked it? Does that make me a bad person?

He blushes, and looks for a second as though he's going to cry.

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"David...."

He sighs and cups his hand behind David's head, bringing them forehead to forehead.

Playing rough is one thing, this was another. If you'd liked it you wouldn't have gone crying to Charlie about it.

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He closes his eyes.

I know. There's no use lying, is there?