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Richard runs up and glomps him.

"There you are! Where the hell have you been?"

He hugs Richard back, flailing.

"Got tied up! What else?"

He thrusts the outfit over his arm at Richard.

"Go. Go and get changed and HURRY UP."

He rolls his eyes.

"This is not the time for you and Loki to be having marathon sex."

He grabs the outfit and runs for the Staff Quarters.

"Come with me!"

He's pulled along rather forcefully.

"Who said we were having sex?" he asks as he's yanked, and they reach Richard's old room in record time.

"What's the matter? Can't dress yourself?"

He smiles.

"I don't think it needs to be said that you were having sex."

He grins at David.

"I can dress myself fine, I just want to make sure I get this thing right. It's been ages since I wore full formal."

He strips out of his work clothes.

David takes the plastic covering from the clothes; an outfit very much like his own except for the difference in the tartan and the sporran: Richard's sporran bears the Mayhew family crest; his tartan is Glasgow City Tartan where David's in an English tartan of his own family.

He hands Richard the items in order: piece by piece like a jigsaw.

Richard dresses quickly and carefully piece by piece. Then he stands to look in the mirror to comb his hair and straighten things out.

"Wow.....this actually looks nice."

David stands behind him, fixing his shoulders, his tie, his jacket.

"You look bloody excellent. Marry you in a heartbeat," he says with a smile.

Richard smiles impishly and kisses his cheek.

"Well, I am wearing your ring, sir."

He holds up his right hand.

He smiles and kisses Richard's cheek, pulling him into a hug as they both look in the mirror.

"Today?"

He takes the ring from Richard's finger with another kiss. He knows he'll get it back.

"Today you're only his, Richard."

Richard nods and lets him have it.

"You should wear it with that anyway. It's proper."

He gestures to the regalia.

"We look quite smashing."

He nods and wears the ring on his middle-right-hand finger. The white feather is still wrapped around his ring finger.

"I have to agree with you."

He beams. "Shall we go down and greet them?"

He nods.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

He smiles and takes Richard's arm, and leads him downstairs (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/3346870.html).

[ooc: Re: the icon. DAVID-KNEE!!!]

[OOC: *GRINS*]

Echo scuttles up to David in her slightly cumbersome but very pretty dress.

"Richard says that you have my beloved?"

She grins at him.

David turns and... picks his jaw up from the floor.

"Echo, you look... incredible."

He smiles, and points to the snake around his neck. "I do indeed."

Echo smiles and blushes.

"Thank you. You don't look bad yourself."

She reaches over and taps the snake on the head lightly.

"Love? Time to wake up."

A blink.

What? OH! Oh my...one moment...

And then there is a snake in formalwear standing there looking very much like a small, blinking Japanese man.

"So I-"

He staaaaaaares at Echo.

"guh."

She blushes and slowly twirls around.

"You like?"

She takes in his outfit and blushes even more.

"You look wonderful."

"..."

The snake...is stunned. And then he's thinking thoughts he knows he shouldn't. These aren't Yamino-thoughts. These are...Sawyer-san thoughts. Or David-san thoughts, if David-san ever thought about a girl like he's thinking of Echo.

He's glad David-san doesn't think about Echo like that.

"......huunhg."

She continues to blush.

Love? Are you okay?

I want to go home now.

But he's not ill. No, very not ill.

He startles, shakes himself, and forces his eyes to her faceohgoodnessshe'sgotherhairdoneupandshe'sgorgeousblink.

He coughs.

"Uh, Echo-chan...take my arm, will you? So that we may...join the festivities, etcetera?"

She smiles and blushes even more.

"Of course, Yamino."

She takes his arm, and they head to the festivities.

And there is a David with a Loki drapped over him.

"Hey there, gorgeous. What's a man like you doing in a skirt like that?"

David staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaares.

"'S'not a skirt," he manages.

Barely manages.

Loki reaches and runs a single elegant finger up from David's knee, along the line of the kilt til he gets to the waist, where he snakes an arm around before tilting his head up to nibble at the back of David's ear.

"Doesn't make any difference to me, darling. I can do the same to you in this as in a skirt. Easy access is everyone's friend, now, isn't it?"

He melts against Loki.

"I have... a... duty. And..."

No sentences.

Bad.

And, kindly stepping in for Distractionary Duties, because it really would be a shame if the lucky couple lost their best man...

Oh look, an Eris. Right on time.

She clears her throat.

Right behind Loki and David.

And smiles brightly, too.

"Hi there, boys. You know, I hate to distract and all that, but you're not the ones getting married. Just a reminder."

Another nibble on the ear, a flick of the tongue against David's neck, and lips against the shell of his ear again, whispering with too-warm breath.

"As she says, my David. Later, I suppose. Keep the...kilt on. At least until we get home."

And then Loki pulls back, a smile on his face for Eris that's a little too bright, and another for David that curls sensually along his lips, designed to go straight beneath that kilt.

"Take my arm and we'll get where we need to be for your...duty, darling?"

David's suddenly very glad he's not wearing trousers.

And worried that he'll hitch a tent.

However, with a nod and a few fishmouths, he takes Loki's arm, smiling, and takes his lips in a kiss before heading to Richard, and outside (http://www.livejournal.com/users/bloody_rockgod/32957.html").