[ In fairness, Darius should have seen that coming. And Darius did leave himself unguarded, open for a swat, on top of flipping Sen the bird. He ought to know better.
Still, the swat - hand first, head second - catches Darius by surprise, and he hisses a ’What the fuck,’ jarring his head out of collision with Enri as soon as he can (didn’t save the boy from getting jolted, and he huffs an irate breath at that), looking Enri over to make certain there was no injury, then - seated still on Enri, not moving from Enri, hand still at the boy’s shoulder - he turns to glower, then to roll his eyes at Sen. ]
Yes, I’m sure, their coquettish sensibilities wouldn’t— Oh for shit’s sake, the horse joke?
[ Way to set the tone of their meeting, Senan. Way to burn through what little patience Rin’s got. And also. And also is Sen still telling that fucking joke?
Of course Sen’s still telling that fucking joke. The man’ll run a joke into the ground if it got a laugh once or twice fifteen years ago. Or if he knows it’ll piss with Darius. Darius, who remembers every excruciating details of the worst jokes. Unlike certain Rins, who somehow manage again and again to escape the jaws of memory. ]
They forgot the fucking thing again, didn’t they?
[ Darius sighs heavily, shaking his head, and turns back to Enri. To smile, to draw a thumb along Enri’s cheek, then smooth back a bit of Enri’s hair. To mouth ’Hello, Puppy.’ For a moment feeling only the pull of their shared spell; for a moment feeling even Sen’s presence at a distance.
There’s more to be said, though, and Darius returns focus to Sen, along with an exaggerated scowl. ]
Christ. ‘Behave.’ As if you didn’t put them in a foul mood in the first place. You’re not making it easy for us.
Or making much of an impression on our newest number, hm? We did try to wait. We can’t be blamed for entertaining ourselves when our hosts didn’t show.
[ He’s smirking now, tosses his head and looks back at Enri. ]
Enri, this walking piece of wreckage is Sen. Sen, this perfectly innocent man you have just jostled is Enri.
[ And, after a beat, wrapping his hand in a press at Enri’s shoulder— ]
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Still, the swat - hand first, head second - catches Darius by surprise, and he hisses a ’What the fuck,’ jarring his head out of collision with Enri as soon as he can (didn’t save the boy from getting jolted, and he huffs an irate breath at that), looking Enri over to make certain there was no injury, then - seated still on Enri, not moving from Enri, hand still at the boy’s shoulder - he turns to glower, then to roll his eyes at Sen. ]
Yes, I’m sure, their coquettish sensibilities wouldn’t— Oh for shit’s sake, the horse joke?
[ Way to set the tone of their meeting, Senan. Way to burn through what little patience Rin’s got. And also. And also is Sen still telling that fucking joke?
Of course Sen’s still telling that fucking joke. The man’ll run a joke into the ground if it got a laugh once or twice fifteen years ago. Or if he knows it’ll piss with Darius. Darius, who remembers every excruciating details of the worst jokes. Unlike certain Rins, who somehow manage again and again to escape the jaws of memory. ]
They forgot the fucking thing again, didn’t they?
[ Darius sighs heavily, shaking his head, and turns back to Enri. To smile, to draw a thumb along Enri’s cheek, then smooth back a bit of Enri’s hair. To mouth ’Hello, Puppy.’ For a moment feeling only the pull of their shared spell; for a moment feeling even Sen’s presence at a distance.
There’s more to be said, though, and Darius returns focus to Sen, along with an exaggerated scowl. ]
Christ. ‘Behave.’ As if you didn’t put them in a foul mood in the first place. You’re not making it easy for us.
Or making much of an impression on our newest number, hm? We did try to wait. We can’t be blamed for entertaining ourselves when our hosts didn’t show.
[ He’s smirking now, tosses his head and looks back at Enri. ]
Enri, this walking piece of wreckage is Sen. Sen, this perfectly innocent man you have just jostled is Enri.
[ And, after a beat, wrapping his hand in a press at Enri’s shoulder— ]
My Enri.