[ Well, Sylvain's figured out the missing ingredients, so there's no reason for Claude not to be hopeful of the next meal that he puts together. Even if it's a terribly good cook, it's hard not to enjoy food that's been homemade for you.
Even if Sylvain had it made it for him exactly.
He smiles at the little remark, eyebrows rising in offends even when a sudden pang of regret hits him in the chest at hearing Sylvain suggest that he isn't entirely bad. Claude knows that he's notoriously forward-facing, even more so now that he's dead—no matter what they did in life, they all ended up here after all—but he still carries this piece of guilt with him, sullying each and every moment where he looks at Sylvain and thinks that he could have a friend.
He doesn't. Of course he doesn't. ]
I think you're the one who should be careful, Sylvain.
[ He looks back at him lazily, physically rising to the bait as he pushes himself up to be as level as he can be with Sylvain's gaze. ]
You're the one making it sound like you'd like me to kiss you again.
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Even if Sylvain had it made it for him exactly.
He smiles at the little remark, eyebrows rising in offends even when a sudden pang of regret hits him in the chest at hearing Sylvain suggest that he isn't entirely bad. Claude knows that he's notoriously forward-facing, even more so now that he's dead—no matter what they did in life, they all ended up here after all—but he still carries this piece of guilt with him, sullying each and every moment where he looks at Sylvain and thinks that he could have a friend.
He doesn't. Of course he doesn't. ]
I think you're the one who should be careful, Sylvain.
[ He looks back at him lazily, physically rising to the bait as he pushes himself up to be as level as he can be with Sylvain's gaze. ]
You're the one making it sound like you'd like me to kiss you again.