[ Sen watches this display from start to finish with a brow arched and his mouth set to a line. The two men are utterly smitten with one another: Darius turns away to inspect Enri for injury, and Enri - oh, this one's a little shit, Sen thinks.
Look at him playing it up, doe-eyed and full of apology. As though he's been wounded, deep in his soul, by the interruption of their makeout session. (Odd to see Darius falling for that act.)
(It - is an act, isn't it?)
(Fuck, it might not be an act. Darius might have found himself the one man on earth whose heart breaks when he's prevented from having the shithead's tongue in his mouth.
...Well, now he feels rather badly for stopping them.)
Act or no act, clearly Darius is wound around Enri's little finger. (And everything else, at the moment.) Sen has never actually seen Darius climb all over one of his Puppies like this. Not exactly like this, anyhow. Not with a determination to stay close and be cuddled - which is, as a matter of fact, precisely what's going on now. Darius turned on his warm, blond perch and Enri responded by winding his arms around Daddy's waist and holding on, and Darius hasn't shaken him off, has only made it worse, in fact, and what - did he just mouth 'hello puppy'? He absolutely fucking did.
And there goes the doggy with his shy smile and big brown eyes answering hey-
Beautiful.
He did. He mouthed 'beautiful'.
This is not real. That's not Darius, Sen is having a fucking fever dream. Where is Rin? He's looking around for Rin, hoping to gesture with all the indignation he possesses, Do you see this shit? But Rin is still doing their Rin-flitting, and he is left to confront the fever dream alone. And also. Darius is talking to him, and immediately he raises a hand to interrupt, to correct an assumption, but Darius talks over him, so he drops that hand and pulls half a frown, instead.
That doesn't last long, either.
Our newest number, is it?
Well, Darius did say he wants to marry the man. (Who is, Sen sees, only barely a man. He must be skirting the absolute borderlands of even Darius's standards for age.) (He feels old.)
He always feels old.
He feels old and bemused when Enri, having been introduced, extracts one arm and holds out his hand for a shake. (...Good dog?)
And speaks. (...Good dog?) ]
'S nice to meet you, Mr. Renault.
[ ...Good dog.
Sen's lips part as though he means to speak, and he does mean to speak, but he finds himself at a complete loss for words. (And also, very dizzy. Fighting the threat of a smile. Mister Renault.)
Before the doggy can grow too uncomfortable with Sen's hesitation, he jars himself forward and - still. Of course still hesitates, hand almost extending. Because he just doesn't touch people, you see. He touches Darius and Rin, he touches both of them quite a lot, but the only call he ever has to put hands on someone else is to pick their pockets.
Enri's Darius's Enri, though. Darius said that very loudly, actually. And Darius is Sen's Dear, so Enri is...
Welcome, of course.
His fingers flex, and just before Enri's expression crumples into complete dismay, Sen snatches his hand and gives it a swift, not-ungentle squeeze. ]
I'd tell you your Darius introduced me as Sen, but I can't in good conscience tell you not to call me Mr. Renault. You're working hard to endear yourself from jump, aren't you?
[ That explains some things about Darius's firm attachment.
Just as quickly, he lets go, steps back, and uses a change of tenor to hide his discomfort with the physical contact: he points a long forefinger at Darius and chides - ]
I did not put them in a foul mood. I put them in a very good mood, as a matter of fact. I said their sensibilities and patience had been tested, not their mood. And yes, the horse joke. They forget it annually, and I try to take full advantage of this, just as I -
[ A small interruption stops him dead and leaves him with widening eyes and a broadening grin. Enri - who clearly is buzzed or well into tipsy - has leaned forward to join in the conversation, and has done so by asking: ]
What horse joke?
[ Oh, welcome to the club, Enri Anderson-Pendleton-maybe-Scarlett, he thinks with nigh on malicious excitement. ]
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Look at him playing it up, doe-eyed and full of apology. As though he's been wounded, deep in his soul, by the interruption of their makeout session. (Odd to see Darius falling for that act.)
(It - is an act, isn't it?)
(Fuck, it might not be an act. Darius might have found himself the one man on earth whose heart breaks when he's prevented from having the shithead's tongue in his mouth.
...Well, now he feels rather badly for stopping them.)
Act or no act, clearly Darius is wound around Enri's little finger. (And everything else, at the moment.) Sen has never actually seen Darius climb all over one of his Puppies like this. Not exactly like this, anyhow. Not with a determination to stay close and be cuddled - which is, as a matter of fact, precisely what's going on now. Darius turned on his warm, blond perch and Enri responded by winding his arms around Daddy's waist and holding on, and Darius hasn't shaken him off, has only made it worse, in fact, and what - did he just mouth 'hello puppy'? He absolutely fucking did.
And there goes the doggy with his shy smile and big brown eyes answering hey-
Beautiful.
He did. He mouthed 'beautiful'.
This is not real. That's not Darius, Sen is having a fucking fever dream. Where is Rin? He's looking around for Rin, hoping to gesture with all the indignation he possesses, Do you see this shit? But Rin is still doing their Rin-flitting, and he is left to confront the fever dream alone. And also. Darius is talking to him, and immediately he raises a hand to interrupt, to correct an assumption, but Darius talks over him, so he drops that hand and pulls half a frown, instead.
That doesn't last long, either.
Our newest number, is it?
Well, Darius did say he wants to marry the man. (Who is, Sen sees, only barely a man. He must be skirting the absolute borderlands of even Darius's standards for age.) (He feels old.)
He always feels old.
He feels old and bemused when Enri, having been introduced, extracts one arm and holds out his hand for a shake. (...Good dog?)
And speaks. (...Good dog?) ]
'S nice to meet you, Mr. Renault.
[ ...Good dog.
Sen's lips part as though he means to speak, and he does mean to speak, but he finds himself at a complete loss for words. (And also, very dizzy. Fighting the threat of a smile. Mister Renault.)
Before the doggy can grow too uncomfortable with Sen's hesitation, he jars himself forward and - still. Of course still hesitates, hand almost extending. Because he just doesn't touch people, you see. He touches Darius and Rin, he touches both of them quite a lot, but the only call he ever has to put hands on someone else is to pick their pockets.
Enri's Darius's Enri, though. Darius said that very loudly, actually. And Darius is Sen's Dear, so Enri is...
Welcome, of course.
His fingers flex, and just before Enri's expression crumples into complete dismay, Sen snatches his hand and gives it a swift, not-ungentle squeeze. ]
I'd tell you your Darius introduced me as Sen, but I can't in good conscience tell you not to call me Mr. Renault. You're working hard to endear yourself from jump, aren't you?
[ That explains some things about Darius's firm attachment.
Just as quickly, he lets go, steps back, and uses a change of tenor to hide his discomfort with the physical contact: he points a long forefinger at Darius and chides - ]
I did not put them in a foul mood. I put them in a very good mood, as a matter of fact. I said their sensibilities and patience had been tested, not their mood. And yes, the horse joke. They forget it annually, and I try to take full advantage of this, just as I -
[ A small interruption stops him dead and leaves him with widening eyes and a broadening grin. Enri - who clearly is buzzed or well into tipsy - has leaned forward to join in the conversation, and has done so by asking: ]
What horse joke?
[ Oh, welcome to the club, Enri Anderson-Pendleton-maybe-Scarlett, he thinks with nigh on malicious excitement. ]