[ Sylvain's face comes back into focus, and it doesn't feel quite as awkward as he imagined, even though he'd been bracing himself for it. Instead, he finds his eyes closing again, resisting the urge to groan.
Still, sounding pleased, ] You must really be concerned about my homesickness.
[ The thought is warming where usually Claude would be horrified at being perceived. He still doesn't know what Sylvain makes of his last conversation with "Claudia", and how much he thinks that Claude was being genuine, and how much of it was part of the façade. He doesn't want to know, really, so he doesn't ask.
It's easier not to dwell on the details of his little charade, and he winds an arm around Sylvain's waist instead, schooling his features into his best approximation of what he thinks Sylvain looks like when he's trying to be seductive. ]
Have I earned a homecooked meal as Claude this time?
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Still, sounding pleased, ] You must really be concerned about my homesickness.
[ The thought is warming where usually Claude would be horrified at being perceived. He still doesn't know what Sylvain makes of his last conversation with "Claudia", and how much he thinks that Claude was being genuine, and how much of it was part of the façade. He doesn't want to know, really, so he doesn't ask.
It's easier not to dwell on the details of his little charade, and he winds an arm around Sylvain's waist instead, schooling his features into his best approximation of what he thinks Sylvain looks like when he's trying to be seductive. ]
Have I earned a homecooked meal as Claude this time?