[ oh shit, he didn't actually mean for that to happen. his relief at finally having claude extricated by gravity is quickly cut short by fresh alarm when the young man hits the ground face-first. against better knowledge and self-preservation instinct, sylvain stoops right back into precarious cuddling range to see if he's all right.
—or at least he would, but claude's recovery is so quick he doesn't quite manage to. ]
Damn, sorry about—
[ he blinks dumbly at the accusation. ]
Uh. No...?
[ unless there's another weird harvest game going on that he doesn't know about...? he regards claude with mild dismay. ]
But if that's your concern, you may wanna lay off the food and drink a bit. Is your head okay...?
no subject
—or at least he would, but claude's recovery is so quick he doesn't quite manage to. ]
Damn, sorry about—
[ he blinks dumbly at the accusation. ]
Uh. No...?
[ unless there's another weird harvest game going on that he doesn't know about...? he regards claude with mild dismay. ]
But if that's your concern, you may wanna lay off the food and drink a bit. Is your head okay...?