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[OOC: David can't get back to Tokyo.]

He comes back through the door, looking downhearted. He closes it behind himself, and slides Loki's ring back on his finger, and opens the door again.

Richard and Amadeo's house and - David, what did I just say? - he sighs, apologises to Amadeo, and closes the door, making his way to the bar, for a Scotch-blood mixture, and downs it quickly, sighing.

"What the hell's going on?"

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Richard walks in behind him barefoot in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and wraps his arms around him.

"Darling, what's happened? Why are you so upset?"

He sighs, and leans back against Richard.

"I can't get to Tokyo. The door here won't let me go there, the door in your place opens into the friggin' closet."

He's breathing hard, pouting.

"I'm sorry I woke you."

"Don't worry about that."

He hugs him tighter and kisses the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry you're having so much trouble."

Don't worry about me, but expect some pouting from Amadeo for waking Joshie.

But his mental voice holds tones of sweetness and amusement.

"I expect nothing less from Amadeo. He was already pouting at me when I was downstairs," he says, and leans his head back on Richard's shoulder.

"I just want to know what I'm doing wrong."

"Maybe Bar wants you to come home to New Orleans for a time. We all miss you terribly. You know how Louis sulks."

Richard strokes David's hair, and then guides them both over to a couch.

He sighs.

"I know, I know. But I was looking forward to my own bed, my own lover..."

He goes with Richard, though, snuggling into him on the couch.

"I suppose I don't really have much choice in the matter. Loki can go wherever. He can come to New Orleans just as easily as he can come here."

He nods and strokes David's hair and holds him close.

"You know that the two of you still have your room in our house. Echo and Yamino could come too. It would be nice to have you all there before the party."

He nods.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to..."

He facepalms.

"Never mind. I'll ask him later."

"How you're supposed to what?"

"Ask him to come to New Orleans, but never mind."

"You are a silly man."

He blows a raspberry on David's neck.

You ask him here, just like I do.

He squirms.

"It's called a brainfart."

He shakes his head.

"Later, though. When I've calmed down."

He nods, snuggles up, and presses his wrist to David's lips.

He turns his head and smiles at Richard before turning back and pressing his fangs in gently.

Thank you.

Of course, beloved.

He kisses David's temple as he feeds.

He sighs against Richard's wrist as he draws away, healing the wound as he does so.

"Thank you."

"You're more than welcome."

He gives David a soft, chaste kiss.

He kisses Richard back softly.

David Wilhelm Talbot, tell my husband to get his arse back home.

He rolls his eyes.

Quiet, Amadeo.

"Your wife is moaning at you."

Richard laughs softly.

"Tell him to wait just a moment. Want to complete the circle first."

He nuzzles into David's throat.

"You tell him to wait. He's your wife," he says, and reaches a nail up to cut a gash in the join between his neck and his shoulder.

He latches on instantly and moans at the sensations that feeding provides.

I'll be home soon, love, bloodsharing.

He snuggles closer to David.

Love you and miss you so much, David.

He moans as Richard feeds right from the vein.

Love you too, miss you, so much, Richard, oh my Richard I miss you both so.

He holds David tightly even as he pulls his mouth away.

"Come home tonight. Sleep in our bed with us. Just for tonight."

He nods.

"Of... of course."

Of course, neither of them know of Plot, but for the moment it seems like a perfectly good idea.

Hooray for Millitime!

He stands and leads David back to New Orleans.

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