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Harry

He'd spent the night before with Bond, and was doing his best to spend equal time with them both. Though part of Q still thought this could all be much more enjoyable if they could all just tumble into bed together. Still, he was looking forward to seeing Harry.

He spent the day napping, then returning to his home, if you could call it that, to gather a few things, including his journal. Perhaps he'd be better off leaving some of it at Harry's, and some with Bond? It would certainly be safer there, then left in his sad little shack.

It was dark when he arrived at Harry's, and he knocked with confidence on the door.

Bond

Harry was... who knew where. Probably off somewhere with Q. Doing something romantic, probably.

It was unfortunate that Eliot actually kind of liked Q, made it harder to be annoyed by how Harry mooned over him. But on the bright side, Harry paid even less attention to Eliot now, which he didn't really mind. For example, if Harry knew that Eliot had had a nymph sleep over in his room a few nights ago, he hadn't let on.

It also meant that Eliot didn't feel obligated to put on airs or even get dressed on any given day, and so he was still in his dressing gown when he heard a knock at the door again... perhaps Beatrice had the day off. He padded into the foyer, the gown hanging open in the front, his hair slightly mussed.

He opened the door. And found himself face to face with an absolute specimen of a man.

"Can I help you?" he said with a smile.

Nyx

Robin wouldn't admit this to anyone, but he wasn't particularly loving being in that big house all by himself. Well, not all by himself. There was the cat. Who had finally taken to Robin after spending a couple of weeks avoiding him at all costs. But Robin supposed that making sure the creature had food every day had convinced her to trust him.

But in any case, he found himself at the pub more nights than not, often just chatting with Winter or Mylon. Occasionally someone else. And occasionally bringing someone to spend the night in the big house with him. (Or, occasionally, staying there. In Mylon's bed... chastely.)

Tonight it was early yet, and Robin was just sitting at the bar nursing a glass of wine, his eyes drifting over the crowd. There was a vampire in the corner who kept looking his way. That could be interesting. Though for the time being he just smiled at him and then went back to his wine.