[ Their proximity, the dance and all the bodies around them bring a warmth that Claude hadn't felt in days. It's the first time in a while that he hasn't felt miserably cold, and even as they slow their pace, he's loathe to surrender it.
Though, not to the extent that he'd wish they'd get stuck under another sprig of mistletoe. He looks up when Sylvain does, looking at the plant like he's never seen it before.
He has, and he'd spent a good amount of time cursed because of it. ]
Ah. Had adventures with these things before?
[ He assumes Sylvain has, they'd been plaguing the city for at least a day already, and he doubts that Sylvain is particularly shy about sharing a peck or two. ]
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Though, not to the extent that he'd wish they'd get stuck under another sprig of mistletoe. He looks up when Sylvain does, looking at the plant like he's never seen it before.
He has, and he'd spent a good amount of time cursed because of it. ]
Ah. Had adventures with these things before?
[ He assumes Sylvain has, they'd been plaguing the city for at least a day already, and he doubts that Sylvain is particularly shy about sharing a peck or two. ]