Enzo, bewildered as he was, had the good sense to be silent and appear appropriately chastened by Bhaal's words. As the driver took Mal from their arms, Enzo exchanged sidelong glances with Tiberius, then bobbed his head, murmuring an apology and his understanding at Bhaal's parting suggestion. The dark street was silent, save for the clatter of the carriage and the jingle of the horse's tackle as it carried Mal and Bhaal away. Enzo bit his lip as he watched it disappear around a corner. His feet were cold.
At Tiberius' urging, he began to follow his friend.
"I had no idea..."
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"It just feels like I've been stripped down in more ways than just my... Oww!" Enzo straddled the windowsill, one hand pressed at the spot on his forehead where he'd knocked it against the frame. A moment later, he froze, ears straining to hear any noise from elsewhere in the house. But his parents' rooms were far enough away that he soon dismissed the worry and continued through the window, closing it behind him as Tiberius was removing his shoes.
He rolled his eyes at Tiberius' insistence that Mal was not at fault as he crossed to the wardrobe and opened the doors. It just didn't feel right. Mal was too often the instigator of pranks and bad ideas. Inside the wardrobe, he found a uniform identical to the one he'd apparently lost, though far to long for his frame. He let out a silent huff of amusement, realizing now how Tiberius had come to be wearing his own clothes.
"I left when I couldn’t stand to watch you eye-fuck that brunette any longer.”
Enzo paused in hanging his jacket, eyes looking at Tiberius in the mirror that hung on the inside of his wardrobe door. A question for more details about this brunette who was apparently worthy of eye-fucking had formed on his lips, but the tone of Tiberius' voice stopped him from voicing it. He finished hanging the jacket and closed the wardrobe, the click of the latch filling the silence.
Turning, he moved over to stand beside the bed. "Alright." he said, his tone one of surrender. Then, after a pause, he leaned over Tiberius to lift his arm away from his face. "I'm sorry I fucked up our night out, Tibby. you'll forgive me, won't you?" Sincere as the words were, he couldn't help but pout his lip and make puppy dog eyes as he spoke them. It was a tactic that had often served him when his antics had pushed Tiberius' patience for him a little too far.
At Tiberius' urging, he began to follow his friend.
"I had no idea..."
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"It just feels like I've been stripped down in more ways than just my... Oww!" Enzo straddled the windowsill, one hand pressed at the spot on his forehead where he'd knocked it against the frame. A moment later, he froze, ears straining to hear any noise from elsewhere in the house. But his parents' rooms were far enough away that he soon dismissed the worry and continued through the window, closing it behind him as Tiberius was removing his shoes.
He rolled his eyes at Tiberius' insistence that Mal was not at fault as he crossed to the wardrobe and opened the doors. It just didn't feel right. Mal was too often the instigator of pranks and bad ideas. Inside the wardrobe, he found a uniform identical to the one he'd apparently lost, though far to long for his frame. He let out a silent huff of amusement, realizing now how Tiberius had come to be wearing his own clothes.
"I left when I couldn’t stand to watch you eye-fuck that brunette any longer.”
Enzo paused in hanging his jacket, eyes looking at Tiberius in the mirror that hung on the inside of his wardrobe door. A question for more details about this brunette who was apparently worthy of eye-fucking had formed on his lips, but the tone of Tiberius' voice stopped him from voicing it. He finished hanging the jacket and closed the wardrobe, the click of the latch filling the silence.
Turning, he moved over to stand beside the bed. "Alright." he said, his tone one of surrender. Then, after a pause, he leaned over Tiberius to lift his arm away from his face. "I'm sorry I fucked up our night out, Tibby. you'll forgive me, won't you?" Sincere as the words were, he couldn't help but pout his lip and make puppy dog eyes as he spoke them. It was a tactic that had often served him when his antics had pushed Tiberius' patience for him a little too far.
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