Re: Dance Floor
R gritted his teeth. "How very kind of them indeed," he all but snarled, then forced himself to calm down. Just. Cool it. Take a deep breath. Take several deep breaths. Don't punch that guy eyeing his angel up like he had any right to -
Not that R had any right to be acting this way either. His - he wouldn't call it a claim because he didn't doubt, at times, that Enjolras could smell someone thinking non-egalitarian thoughts, and anyone treating another human being as property was decidedly non-egalitarian - but his connection to Enjolras was only slightly less tenuous than anyone else's in the room. He could claim only friendship, nothing more. And he knew it.
R snorted. "And I can see up yours from down here, it's very disconcerting. I didn't realize that that would be so weird. You aren't allowed to be taller than me ever again, I've decided." Hopefully that would mean no more ridiculous heels. And, more importantly, no more thoughts about Enjolras' ass in ridiculous heels.