[It did always seem to work that way among those of les amis who normally ended up paired, or tripled?, trio-ed? off together. It is also one of those things that Enjolras found himself struggling with in life, and even, to some degree, here. Still, with Combeferre at least, it is getting easier and that is something.
And yes, the others coming in MIGHT be something of a problem, he supposes, as lax as some behavior standards are. In fact, he's never done a thing like this in his life before. Well, not where anyone might see at least. He's reluctant to pull away from Combeferre, mostly because he is a little tired and wants nothing more than to just continue curling up, and potentially napping for a while, but the sound of someone (one of the kedan, he thinks, by the sound of her stride; those are a little different from humans) approaching pulls him away and into the seat next to Combeferre, instead of on him.
If he's flushing a little as their server obviously tries to hide a giggle, well, the whole experience does make him feel a little bit like a twelve year old with their first crush, so he supposes that it's warranted enough. He does look a little lost as she sets his order down, winks once, and scurries away. Right then, well... It's almost hard to get back into the flow of conversation after that.
I...yes, rather. [Whatever it was they were talking about. He knows he was about to agree at least.]
...So, am I allowed to crawl under the table and hope that a hole opens up to swallow me?
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And yes, the others coming in MIGHT be something of a problem, he supposes, as lax as some behavior standards are. In fact, he's never done a thing like this in his life before. Well, not where anyone might see at least. He's reluctant to pull away from Combeferre, mostly because he is a little tired and wants nothing more than to just continue curling up, and potentially napping for a while, but the sound of someone (one of the kedan, he thinks, by the sound of her stride; those are a little different from humans) approaching pulls him away and into the seat next to Combeferre, instead of on him.
If he's flushing a little as their server obviously tries to hide a giggle, well, the whole experience does make him feel a little bit like a twelve year old with their first crush, so he supposes that it's warranted enough. He does look a little lost as she sets his order down, winks once, and scurries away. Right then, well... It's almost hard to get back into the flow of conversation after that.
I...yes, rather. [Whatever it was they were talking about. He knows he was about to agree at least.]
...So, am I allowed to crawl under the table and hope that a hole opens up to swallow me?