[ Enjolras takes a kiss with a little delay, almost following him as he pulls back. A nice warmth begin to pool in his chest, undercutting whatever bitterness his retort might have had:]
Ha, hilarious, really. [ His fingers sitting at Grantaire's waist play at his waistband, but stop short when he takes his eyes off R's face to take in the room behind him. ]
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Ha, hilarious, really. [ His fingers sitting at Grantaire's waist play at his waistband, but stop short when he takes his eyes off R's face to take in the room behind him. ]
...Oh my god, what even happened in here.