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[true_desire]

*Desire enters the bar, humming something to itself -- Anggun's Un Geste d'Amour, should anyone be familiar with it. Its golden eyes light up as it spots its brother, in spite of his apparent bad mood. Desire makes a beeline for Dream, dreadfully thrilled with its recent success

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[true_desire]

*Desire lost interest the moment its sister and Constantine had begun talking, finding itself a table to hide at with -- of all things -- a beer. Nothing fancy, just something dark enough to suggest a good pull of Guinness, and utterly unlike itself.*

[last1out]

*she pulls up a chair and straddles it, chin in hand*

Are you alright?

[true_desire]

*Desire momentarily considers a petulant response of "Why do you care," but thinks better of it.*

... I don't know.

[last1out]

Neither do I.

I ought to thank you. As stupid as I feel... I'm happy.

[true_desire]

*Desire glances at its sister, mute with surprise -- It had expected another round of commentary on its stupidity, not this.*

*hesitant* .. And thank you, elder sister.
I appreciate earlier.

[last1out]

What are we going to do about him?

*she hardly needs to specify who*

[true_desire]

*Desire smirks slightly and draws on the foam of its beer*

I don't think my suggestions are appropriate.
... Might I buy you a drink?

[last1out]

I'd like to hear them.

And, yeah, you might.

[true_desire]

What would you like, sweet Death?
*Desire clearly isn't feeling all that cheeky after this evening's events: It waits patiently for her answer before laving to claim it, rather than ordering her something ridiculous -- Perhaps one angry family member a day is enough.*

[last1out]

White Russian.

*She's calm. Shaken, maybe, but calm.*

[true_desire]

*Desire leaves wordlessly, and returns not long after with its sister's desired drink: It slides it quietly across the table, returning to playing with the head of its beer.*

... We could put him in a box and toss him in the lake.
*It is half kidding.*

[last1out]

*she sips at the drink, considering*

I don't think that'd hold him for very long.

[true_desire]

No. *It smirks.*
Although I can dr-- Hope.
*Desire falters at its near slip, picking up the pint and taking a deep gulp.*

What would you have done with him, sister?

[last1out]

I'm worried about him. Obviously. Have you ever, and I mean ever seen him that pissed off? Because I haven't.

[true_desire]

I always anger him, these days.
... Though, it was unusual.
He's never hurt me that way before.

[last1out]

It's been a long time since I've seen him hurt anyone like that.