Wärter's rumbling only got louder, quite pleased with the enthusiastic show of affections. The lion's eyes narrowed to contented slivers of blue-against-black, and this time it was Trip that mirrored his Allmate's look instead of the other way around.
"Nah," Trip dismissed Sei's question as simply as that, retaking his own seat and pouring a cup of tea for his old ward. The dainty teapot looked ridiculous in his large hands, but he handled it with particular familiarity before sliding the filled cup across the table. "He thinks the same thing. You did something amazing, and it was much more interesting to watch everything happening afterwards."
And while Trip might not know Kusakabe to watch for him, there's no missing Sei's deliberate glances. They're plainly telegraphed and seeing them curls the edges of Trip's smile, his own gaze staying firmly on Sei for the first round. What a novel thing it is, to see Sei look for someone other than himself or Virus. Trip wonders if it's anyone he's seen already....
Then Trip's gaze moves too, following the shift in Sei's eyes and smile, and he spots him. Ahah. So Trip has indeed. While Wärter shuffles himself into a place where he can wrap around Sei's chair and put rest his chin on the small man's lap, Trip just chuckles and regards the familiar-enough stranger with a warm smile and cold blue eyes.
"You have a thing for blonds, Sei?" he teases, hooking his foot into the rungs of a third chair and dragging it over to where Sei's friend would have to sit neatly between the two of them, if he did indeed join them. Kuba? Kuse? Something like that, wasn't it? Whatever his name was, Trip was honestly quite eager to meet him. To see for himself the kind of person Sei had chosen to be so... intimate with.
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"Nah," Trip dismissed Sei's question as simply as that, retaking his own seat and pouring a cup of tea for his old ward. The dainty teapot looked ridiculous in his large hands, but he handled it with particular familiarity before sliding the filled cup across the table. "He thinks the same thing. You did something amazing, and it was much more interesting to watch everything happening afterwards."
And while Trip might not know Kusakabe to watch for him, there's no missing Sei's deliberate glances. They're plainly telegraphed and seeing them curls the edges of Trip's smile, his own gaze staying firmly on Sei for the first round. What a novel thing it is, to see Sei look for someone other than himself or Virus. Trip wonders if it's anyone he's seen already....
Then Trip's gaze moves too, following the shift in Sei's eyes and smile, and he spots him. Ahah. So Trip has indeed. While Wärter shuffles himself into a place where he can wrap around Sei's chair and put rest his chin on the small man's lap, Trip just chuckles and regards the familiar-enough stranger with a warm smile and cold blue eyes.
"You have a thing for blonds, Sei?" he teases, hooking his foot into the rungs of a third chair and dragging it over to where Sei's friend would have to sit neatly between the two of them, if he did indeed join them. Kuba? Kuse? Something like that, wasn't it? Whatever his name was, Trip was honestly quite eager to meet him. To see for himself the kind of person Sei had chosen to be so... intimate with.