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There's a Darien at the bar, sipping on coffee that's more sugar and milk with some coffee than the other way around. He's also munching on a breakfast sandwich of some sort.

He's edging on needing to go home, but he's got a couple more days till he has to head out and he intends to enjoy them.

[ooc: mun at work]

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~~It's not a scarf! It's the collar of the jacket.~~

He smiles.

"Would you like me to stalk you? I have that wonderful vampiric stealth thing going for me."

He smirks.

"I'm difficult, you know."

He grins.

"I could always smell you out."

He grins.

"Quicksilver obscures the scent. You'd have to figure something else out."

Like any sort of infared.

He clicks his fingers.

"Damn."

He chews his lip.

"Well, that's me screwed for ideas."

He grins and lays back.

He gets a tongue stuck out at him.

He grins.

"No showing unless you're going to use it, Davey."

He grins.

"Now now, nobody's called me that in a long time. And I will not use it properly only because I know Charlie can bite me in the kneecaps."

And Darien laughs.

He smiles.

"Glad to hear that sound again," he says.

He looks at David in confusion for a moment before finishing with a few snickers.

He looks at Darien innocently.

"What?"

He looks at David before slinging an arm around his shoulders.

"You're a decent guy, Davey."

He leans against Darien.

"Well, thank you. You're not so bad yourself."

He slaps David's arm heartily and grins.

"Why, thank you. I think I might even return your wallet now."

"Someone else's wallet, Darien. I don't carry mine. Ever."

He looks at him seriously.

"Especially not with you around; I know better! You can give me back the two thousand yen you took, though."

He holds it up with a grin.

"You know you love me."

He rolls his eyes.

"You missed the twenty dollars in the other pocket."

He grins and shakes his head.

"No." And holds it up. "I didn't."

Another roll of his eyes, and he yoinks back the yen.

"Keep the twenty," he says, and kisses Darien's cheek. "I have to run."

He nods.

"See you around, David."

And that's paying for his beer, man.

Well, he wouldn't expect him to do something sensible with a twenty.

He smiles, and ruffles Darien's hair as he passes.

Man, that felt good.

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