[It's a yowl of protesting outrage, Fenris sitting up and snarling even as he scrambles to, what, cover Astarion? But there's no getting around it, and anyway, his panic only makes it worse— it's not as if it's the first time they've been caught in bed, and as long as they play it cool—
But it's too late, for Kanan's sharp eye is already taking in the lack of shirts and the little reddened marks peppered all over Astarion's skin . . . not to mention the way Fenris has gone red as he never has before.
Oh, I see.
He says archly, and Fenris actually bares his teeth in agonized humiliation.]
Get out, get out—!
[Five minutes, or I'm coming back up with Zevlor this time, Kanan says serenely, utterly unfazed by his son's yowling. There's an unbearable smirk plastered on his face and the most awful little gleam in his eye— oh, he's outright grinning as he turns to close the door again. Oh, sweetheart, he calls, the most obnoxious little lilt in his voice.
Which leaves Fenris wide awake now, sitting up and glaring fiercely at the door. His hair is mussed, black strands sticking up every which way and his expression the picture of indigence. Yes, okay, they woke up late, and yes, okay, they have jobs to do, but also: what the fuck. And this isn't what he wanted to start his day, and this isn't how he wanted their guardians to know (if they ever would! maybe he just wouldn't tell them at all!), and—]
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[It's a yowl of protesting outrage, Fenris sitting up and snarling even as he scrambles to, what, cover Astarion? But there's no getting around it, and anyway, his panic only makes it worse— it's not as if it's the first time they've been caught in bed, and as long as they play it cool—
But it's too late, for Kanan's sharp eye is already taking in the lack of shirts and the little reddened marks peppered all over Astarion's skin . . . not to mention the way Fenris has gone red as he never has before.
Oh, I see.
He says archly, and Fenris actually bares his teeth in agonized humiliation.]
Get out, get out—!
[Five minutes, or I'm coming back up with Zevlor this time, Kanan says serenely, utterly unfazed by his son's yowling. There's an unbearable smirk plastered on his face and the most awful little gleam in his eye— oh, he's outright grinning as he turns to close the door again. Oh, sweetheart, he calls, the most obnoxious little lilt in his voice.
Which leaves Fenris wide awake now, sitting up and glaring fiercely at the door. His hair is mussed, black strands sticking up every which way and his expression the picture of indigence. Yes, okay, they woke up late, and yes, okay, they have jobs to do, but also: what the fuck. And this isn't what he wanted to start his day, and this isn't how he wanted their guardians to know (if they ever would! maybe he just wouldn't tell them at all!), and—]