Richard Mayhew, Neverwhere, Future Milliways AU

[mm_ygrane]

Richard's pottering around in his study. In theory he's doing the books for the restaurant, but in reality he's thumbing through his vinyl collection and playing Led Zeppelin at top volume.

{ooc: Naturally, feel free to put Richard in a public location if your pup has no reason to be in the Mayhew-Perunu apartment.}

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[mm_danii]

One of his sons walks by on the way to the kitchen, grinning ear to ear.

"Hi, Da!"

...no comments on the volume.

...no comments on the choice of music.

...no requests to turn it down.

...grinning!

[mm_ygrane]

Richard blinks at all of this, but mostly at the grinning, and turns the volume down to ask his son,

"Joshie, are you pretending to be your brother again?"

[mm_danii]

He pokes his head out from the kitchen.

"Josh is out, Da, I'm just in for some food."

Still. grinning.

[mm_ygrane]

Richard switches off the turntable and joins his son in the kitchen.

"What's got you in such a good mood, sprout? Got another book contract?"

[mm_danii]

Gary wanders into the study and flops down in one of the seats.

"Hello, mate?"

[mm_ygrane]

Richard startles a little, then grins and turns the music down.

"You're home early, love."

He leans down for a kiss before thumbing through his records again.

[mm_danii]

Richard is pulled into the seat with him.

"Not that early. Just one of those days."

[mm_ygrane]

Richard smiles again and gives up his organizational efforts in favour of kissing his husband.

"Good."