[ Sen, seated on the floor behind the bar, his knees drawn up mantis-like to his chest, reads the messages inbound while chewing his thumbnail. Now and again he snorts mirthfully until he reaches the repetition of "senance" and sees what Rin did there - which garners a loud "Oh my God" and a low thrum of laughter from him that startles patrons who had no idea he was down here.
(Fuck 'em. He's talking to Rin.) (And ignoring Andi, who's been watching him rather curiously, and looking off across the bar at something that may or may not be Rin.) (It's nothing. They're talking.)
He starts to type a reply when the voice of the null in question floats down from not so far away at all. (That's wonderful. Hearing them not far at all. Never far, oh. (Oh, Rin.))
What's not wonderful is hearing the reason they're not talking to Sen.
Something that sounds like a pickup line from a male voice.
Sen has several false starts at sending a text, but (the sinking in his chest) (the sudden fucking drop) he really can't think of anything witty to say. He lets his hands dangle from his knees and rests his head back against the icebox, his eyes flickering to Andi and then sightlessly away.
(He shouldn't eavesdrop.) (Rin can do what they please. With whomever they please.) (If he'd wanted it to be himself, he could have said something.) (Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK.) (He's happy for them.) (Fuck whoever that guy is.)
(Rin deserves happiness. Sen wants them to enjoy this sanctuary, this life, this place. And the attention. And affection. They deserve it. They're worth all of it.)
no subject
(Fuck 'em. He's talking to Rin.) (And ignoring Andi, who's been watching him rather curiously, and looking off across the bar at something that may or may not be Rin.) (It's nothing. They're talking.)
He starts to type a reply when the voice of the null in question floats down from not so far away at all. (That's wonderful. Hearing them not far at all. Never far, oh. (Oh, Rin.))
What's not wonderful is hearing the reason they're not talking to Sen.
Something that sounds like a pickup line from a male voice.
Sen has several false starts at sending a text, but (the sinking in his chest) (the sudden fucking drop) he really can't think of anything witty to say. He lets his hands dangle from his knees and rests his head back against the icebox, his eyes flickering to Andi and then sightlessly away.
(He shouldn't eavesdrop.) (Rin can do what they please. With whomever they please.) (If he'd wanted it to be himself, he could have said something.) (Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK.) (He's happy for them.) (Fuck whoever that guy is.)
(Rin deserves happiness. Sen wants them to enjoy this sanctuary, this life, this place. And the attention. And affection. They deserve it. They're worth all of it.)
(But.)
(Fuck.) ]