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[kabeleced]

[[OOC: Saturday night, after this.]]

It's nice to be home.

(And also it's nice not to have a tail any longer, but that's much less important.)

Still, there's one thing left before it's really home, and so Reg starts walking through the Threshold carefully, looking for someone with dark hair and golden eyes.

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[kabeleced]

"Why does it make sense, then?"

Confused!Reg is stubborn and semantic.

[true_desire]

And Desire has no idea how to explain so he understands: He takes to lightly stroking Regulus' arm instead, thoughtful and snuggling.

[kabeleced]

Well, he's hardly going to complain, especially after being apart for so long; instead, he cuddles closer to Desire and smiles in what's become gloom.

After a while: "-- hey."

[true_desire]

Entirely too much gloom and doom, no question. Perhaps that's why Desire watches Regulus smile, blinking slowly, and kisses his nose.

"Hm?"

[kabeleced]

"How did it come about, then? I mean. Nonsensical way of transmitting aside, how come it was the gay plague? Straight people have sex too, you know, and if you get it by just doing that shouldn't everyone in the world ever have it?"

[true_desire]

"It might come to that, if people aren't careful," Desire advises, drily. "It developed. And spread. It just started with the high risk people first, love -- Any sex is risky, but blood contact is the highest risk."

It occurs to Desire that Death ought to be giving Regulus the talk on this: Not like she hasn't done it before, for different people.

[kabeleced]

Reg scowls faintly.

"Didn't answer the question, you know."

[true_desire]

Cheekily: "Perhaps I'd prefer to demonstrate."

It certainly is a stalling tactic, either way.

[kabeleced]

Blinkblink.

"Demonstrate not answering the question?"

[true_desire]

"Exactly." Even though that wasn't it at all. Desire idly ruffles Regulus' hair. "You're awfully curious tonight..."

[kabeleced]

"You're not making any sense, is all."

Sage nod.

[true_desire]

"Do I ever?"

Another kiss.

[kabeleced]

"Yes!"

Reg scowlyfaces.

[true_desire]

"Tch." Desire nuzzles his way into Regulus' neck. "I missed you."

[kabeleced]

"Missed you too."

Silence, for a bit.

"You still haven't answered the question, you know."

[true_desire]

"That's because I'd rather be distracting you." Desire sounds faintly cross. (Or perhaps that's just put out because the object of his affections keeps insisting there are More Important Things than what Desire is doing.)

"Let me show you how much I missed you, and I'll tell you later."