[grassvain is the first pairing felix has ever approved of. he catches sylvain's wry smile, and stretches his legs out, putting his hands on either side, and finds himself humming something, although he's not sure where he heard it. the greenhouse, maybe. sylvain was right, though. who you're with. and here they were, in superhell, together. things really weren't that bad.
but even his bliss-filled bubble can't let sylvain off the hook.]
Hmm. Six minutes at most. [he plucks another blade of grass, breaking this one into little pieces.] And I've been making myself useful.
[he's been sparring anyone who'll meet him. the thought of this warms him.]
I'm glad for the feast, though. [he says it rather casually, with no agenda, and pats his side.] I just bought a sword.
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but even his bliss-filled bubble can't let sylvain off the hook.]
Hmm. Six minutes at most. [he plucks another blade of grass, breaking this one into little pieces.] And I've been making myself useful.
[he's been sparring anyone who'll meet him. the thought of this warms him.]
I'm glad for the feast, though. [he says it rather casually, with no agenda, and pats his side.] I just bought a sword.
[and he's all out of rabbit.]