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[[OOC: post/pre-Milliways; after he wakes up.]]

*Regulus comes down the stairs, much less awkward than he had been but still not totally at ease. He sees the boy whose body he'd been in and considers going over, but decides that it can wait - he's in the middle of conversation, after all - and instead sits at an out-of-the-way table, eating his muffin.*

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[OOC: For now, Reg just happens to be lucky that Todd doesn't see him. Later on is a different story. :D

[[OOC: *grin* Kie!]]

*After finishing his conversation with Peter, he stands and stretches in his corner of the bar, sipping a half-full glass of yet another suggestively named drink: He glances around, and sees Regulus enjoying breakfast. Smirking slightly, Desire makes his way over.*

... What is it about you and muffins?

*Regulus looks up and grins, swallowing his bite of muffin and a bit of coffee before answering.*

I happen to like muffins. They're fluffy and they come apart into pieces very well. *demonstrates with some of the muffin* See?

*Desire simply shakes his head and laughs, sitting next to Regulus.*
Which kind is it today?

Well, I have the wondrous coffee-flavored coffee over here *he gestures to the mug* and over here is, I believe, banana nut. *inspects the muffin for a moment* That's what it looks like, anyway.

*joins in the inspection: He's definietly not trying any today if Regulus isn't certain of its contents.*

*has a bit of the muffin* Well, it tastes like it could be banana nut. *frowns*

Bar, can I have a banana? *when one materializes he has a bite and considers* Yeah. It's banana nut.

*Desire remains unconvinced, clearly preferring his drink -- It is 'too early' by mortal standards, but he is Endless: Some rules simply don't apply.

Stretching out and making himself comfortable, Desire ends up resting his leg against Regulus' again: It seems to have turned into an unconsious gesture. ...The look Desire gives Regulus is anything but unconsious.*

Do that again.
*Desire indicates the banana in Reg's hand, watching mischeviously.*

*Regulus smiles and raises an eyebrow, picking up the banana from the table.*

Do what? Have some?

*shrugs* All right. *He peels more of the skin off, then breaks a chunk of it off and pops it in his mouth. He'd be grinning if his mouth weren't otherwise occupied.*

*He sighs, rolling his eyes at Regulus: Desire has this feeling that his amusement has been deliberately thwarted.*

You are no fun, sometimes.
*Desire might look like it's about to have a sulk, but the tone of his voice is amused.*

*He finishes his bite of banana and grins at Desire, breaking his muffin into bits.*

Well, that's a relief. If I were to be fun all the time, the degree of fun which I embodied would be distinctly lower. This way I can be very fun some of the time and no fun the rest of the time. *nods sagely and has a bit of muffin*

*Desire sniffs quietly, laughing.*
Then by that logic, I'm hardly any fun at all. Pity.
Should I go find someone else unaccustomed to my current range of fun?

*He's teasing, in spite of the deadpan attempt.*

*trying to match the seriousness, though his smile keeps breaking through*

Ah, but you see, that *raises his index finger for emphasis* is where you are wrong. You may be fun all the time, but you were also allocated a larger dose of Fun when it was passed out. Such a larger dose, in fact, that you maintain at all times the level of fun which I put off in bursts.

*nods again and has some of his coffee, which has started to grow lukewarm*

*smirking* ... That makes almost no sense at all.
Have you been talking to my youngest sister again?

*Desire glances around, as if looking for Del.*

It makes sense. It makes lots of sense. *has a bite of banana and tries to pout*

*Desire takes this moment to steal the nearly cold coffee to his side of the table. No reason, other than there is no clear answer to ending the 'does/doesn't make sense' discussion of fun quotient.*

*squeaks*

You stole my coffee!

*frowns*

Why did you steal my coffee?

*Desire smirks, full of mischief.* You don't want it.
If you wanted it, you wouldn't have let it get cold.

I had better things to do at the time than drink coffee. Unless, of course, you'd rather I be kinder to my coffee than to you? *He raises an eyebrow, teasing back*

That depends.

If I give the coffee back, are you going to let me get cold?

I can keep you warm, you know. Or ... could, if I had my wand. Still. *scootches his chair over so he can press against Desire's side and make sure he doesn't get cold*

And no. I won't.

*Desire laughs quietly, sliding his arm around Regulus' back and returning the coffee.*

Wand?

*sips the coffee, deciding it doesn't taste half-bad cold, and sets it down*

Wand. It was in my trousers last night, I'm sure of it, and when I woke up it was gone. The - the person who was in my body, Todd, I think - must have taken it. I'll try to get it back later on; the worst he can do with it, probably, is poke people strongly with it. He didn't feel like he had any magic in him.

*Desire nods, frowning slightly.

Regulus undoubtedly knows better about wands and their usefulness -- He's certainly never needed one, but doesn't do magic in the sense Milliways' wizards do.

Desire's frown lifts, leaving the Endless unconcerned.*

Nothing to worry about, then.
... Do you mean to get it back?

*nods* If he's around tonight I'll try and get it back.

*looks around to see if Todd's in the bar now* Mm. Tonight. If I can.

*softly, after a pause* Thank you.

*runs his fingers idly over Regulus' back*
For?

For being there. Yesterday.

*Desire shrugs uncomfortably, torn between saying 'You needed me' or something considerably less tactful: There hadn't been much conscious thought to it -- He'd seen Todd, and then realized when he wasn't Todd.*

... You're welcome.

*Perhaps Desire doesn't want to admit to paying that much attention to the difference in the wants.*

It. It helped. *smiles*

*pokes his muffin to see if it's gone hard yet*

It's still good!

*watches Reg with the muffin, disracted for the moment. Desire takes another sip of the now-watery Foreplay on Neutral Ground.*

*has some more of his coffee*

Are you sure you don't want any muffin?

Quite sure.
Why don't you finish it before it stops being good?

*And doesn't that muffin look tasty enough to eat in about three bites?*

A muffin must take great pains to stop being good. Still, you have a point.

*eats most of the rest of the muffin*

*Desire frowns slightly. That muffin was supposed to disappear: Something is off, here.*

.. Still hungry?

Not particularly, no. *pokes what's left of the muffin idly*

Er. Should I be?

*Desire looks mildly amused*

Why are you asking me? ... I promise, I don't control your stomach.
~~Just your cravings.~~

I don't know. Seemed like you thought I ought to be. *shrugs*

If I could eat it I would, anyway.

*Desire is satisfied for the moment: It doesn't seem to occur to Desire that playing with Regulus -- entanglements and all -- might be slightly less than okay.

Of course, this isn't just what Desire 'does,' but is.*

*shrugs again and has the last of his coffee*

I think I'm going to go read for a while. See you later?

*Desire nods.*
I'm certain I'll be around.

*He stands and moves off himself, letting his hand linger on Reg's shoulder before walking off.*

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