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Desire is up to no good.
After all, the Endless has been chatting with Puck, and those two putting their heads together has to be trouble.

Now, Desire is sitting in Regulus' favorite spot, sipping a drink. The cigarettes are momentarily nowhere to be seen.

[ OOC: The 'mun is verging on overthreaded, but I have plots to do. If you want to play, ping me! I'll be game until I'm about to fall over. ;) ]

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Wolf walks by, still somewhat troubled by the note (http://www.livejournal.com/users/muddy_mutt/1426.html?) he received this morning. He stops just past the Endless, and blinks as the feeling of something or someone familiar passes over him. Wolf sniffs and looks around, trying to figure out what the heck it is.

Is that.. Peaches? Nah. The scent's too faint for that, so it's got to be something in the Endless' drink.

Desire is looking at Wolf when he next looks in the Endless' direction.

Meeting golden eyes, he blinks again. Wolf sniffs the air, trying to figure something out. Something... almost fruity, but... it's so very faint. Even he is having a hard time with it.

Wolf shakes his head, and stares a little more. "Um, excuse me, but have I met you before?"

"Possibly," the Endless grins. That scent changes: It now smells like -- Is that the faintest hint of Virginia?

"I know a lot of people."

Now he's REALLY freaked out. If there's one scent he knows, it's Virginia's. And he smells it. Right now. So what the Hell is going on?

And sheheit didn't really answer Wolf's question.

Wolf cocks an eyebrow suspiciously. ~~Mun has an icon for this, but unfortunately has only space for three. Woe.~~ "Really now. Do I know you?"

Cause he'll be damned if it doesn't feel like it.

"Of course, Wolf." And like that, Virginia's scent is gone -- replaced with Desire's once more, the scent of peaches hovering in the background. "Sit down, have a drink?"

And there's that fruity scent again. ...Peaches. Hrmph.

....And HOW does shesheit - which is also somewhat freaking Wolf out, because everybody he's met here, while some are odd, at least has a definable gender - know his name? It gets stranger by the minute.

"Sure, why not." Wolf slides into the other side of the booth, and orders... something. Anything. 'Something alchoholic and tasty, please,' he asks. The waitrat returns with a Long Sigh. (http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/6048) Bar must be laughing at him. Or maybe being sympathetic? Who knows.

Wolf sips the drink, smelling it first. Mmm. Raspberry.

If Bar isn't, Desire might be.
Or at least teasing the poor Wolf.

The ambiguous patron lights up a cigarette, looking contemplative.
"So, tell me, Wolf. How is the family?"

Wolf looks up, his eyes flashing yellow. Or is it golden?

How does this person know about Virginia? And, more importantly, why do they have an interest?

"...Doing alright," Wolf ventures cautiously. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name. What did you say it was again?"

This is his seat.

Is it?

So confusing.

Reg sits back on his haunches and peers at the pale thing

(love)

in his seat.

"Squeak?" Hello?

... Does the pale thing look.. A little more squirrely?
Nah. Blink quick, it'll clear.

The visitor stretches slightly, setting feet upon the table and lighting up a cigarette.
The visitor doesn't seem to have heard the query.

"Squeak?" Hello?

Smells familiar.

Smells good.

He sits up a little taller and props his arms on the table -- to gain maximum height, you see -- and peers.

Which catches Desire's attention, and the Endless smiles at ~~Regulus~~ the squirrel. "Hello there. And what have you been up to, hm?"

"Squeaken squeak." Giving out nuts.

He turns his head to peer at the pale thing with one eye, so he can see better.

"Squeaker?" Want some?

"I have enough at home, thanks," Desire answers dryly, eyeing a largely unchanged Regulus. "On the other hand, I wouldn't object to company."

As if usurping ~~the squirrel~~ Regulus' booth wasn't proof enough.

After a bit of eyeing, Reg disappears under the table, appearing a moment later crouching on the seat between Desire and the wall.

"Squeaker squeak ... squeak. Squeakensqu-squeak?" You seem really ... familiar. Do I know you?

I would hope so.
There may be a sigh.

"You could say that, yes." Desire swirls the drink -- a coffee-based concoction appropriate to the conversation -- and looks over at Regulus.

"I don't suppose you remember anything."

"Squeakersqueak." Lots of things.

Of course he does. He remembers trees, and green

(light)

things, and nuts.

Nuts are very important.

"Squeaker squeaken?" Do you remember anything?

"More than you know."
(Apparently -- though the young man remembers 'lots of things' -- Desire's meaning isn't one of them. Alas.)

"I don't suppose you'd care for nuts and berries."

"Squeaken?" Berries?

He nods emphatically.

"Squeaker squeak? Squeaken squeaker squeak-queaken." Where did you find them? All I got were nuts.

"Wait here," Desire advises, and stands up to visit the bar.

The unattended ~~and spiked~~ coffee at the table smells... really good, actually.

Reg nods rapidly a few times, and eyes the drink from various angles.

Interesting.

He scoots closer and sniffs it carefully. His nose gets closer and closer to the drink until finally he tips it in, at which point the face comes out of the coffee and he shakes his head back and forth until the liquid's off his nose.

Tasted interesting, though. But he wouldn't take someone else's nuts.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to.

Desire returns a short time later: While Desire had meant to order what amounted to an alcoholic milkshake, the bar took pity on Regulus and gave Desire a mixed bowl of nuts and berries...

... and another Nutty Irishman.

Desire scoots back into his seat as if Regulus hadn't been investigating his coffee, and slides both bowl and mug toward him.

Reg beams when he sees the bowl of nuts and berries, setting to work on them. After a few have been demolished, he eyes Desire again.

"Squeakee." Thank you.

"You're welcome," Desire says, having been leaning against the table this entire time. "I'm glad you have what you want, love."

"... That coffee's yours, if you'd like it."

"Squ ..." Why ...

He trails off, stealing another berry from the bowl, and mulls this over.

"Squeaken squeak squeakee?" Why do you call me that?

"Because, Regulus -- Whether you remember it or not, I love you. ...Have a hazelnut. I'm told they're wonderful."

"Squeak." Oh.

He has a hazelnut obediently, and then peers at Desire.

"Squeaken squeakee? Squeak squeaker squeak." Why is that? You don't have a coat.

Desire tugs lightly at the sportscoat, smirling faintly. "Tch. Perhaps not." The Endless pulls what at first appears to be a silver feather boa out of the coatsleeve -- but when he drops it on his shoulder and lets one end fall along his back, it's suddenly looking a lot more ... tailish.

"You're saying that's enough reason not to?"

He sighs softly, and turns to look at
Desire with his other eye.

The look in it might be lonely.

Then again, they're in a corner. Probably just a trick of the light.

"Squeak squeaker squeaken squeak, squeaker, squeak squeaken squeaker?" A bird may love a fish, monsieur, but where would they live?

"Wherever they wanted," Desire replies absently, reaching out a hand to lightly brush against Regulus' cheek. "We aren't as unachangable as bird

(nor bear nor hare)

nor fish."

(Give my love his fondest wish.)

The eyes change, but the look in them doesn't.

That's a long trick of the light, there.

"Squeaken squeaker squeak?" Were we a we?

"We are," Desire corrects, even if there is a tension in the Endless' posture. "Or will be, when you remember."

Damn that lighting.
Clearly, it's catching.

Clearly.

That's the problem with shadowy corners, after all. Damned lighting.

"Squeak -- squeaken. Squeaker squeakee-squeak." Oh -- apologies. Never get my tenses right.

Pause. Eyeshift.

"Squeaker squeak sqeakee? Squeaken squeaker, squeak-queak squeak?" Remember what? What does it mean, to be a we?

Desire catches Regulus' left hand and gently twists the ring there, rotating it around in place on his middle finger. "Everything, Regulus."

"You're not mine right now." And that has me very put out. "I'm not surprised you don't remember."

Hurt, but not surprised.
"Come home when you can."

And with that, Desire disappears.

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