[ sylvain says, trying (and failing) to withhold a crooked smile of his own. maybe he's a little irked that he's the only one who seems to be suffering from this reveal, but it's admittedly difficult to stay annoyed in the face of claude's good humor. and no matter the trouble it's always his first instinct to play along, to diffuse the situation. ]
I poured my heart into that bouquet. My very soul into those texts... I'm a broken man.
[ he presses a palm dramatically to his chest, the absolute picture of a forlorn bachelor. he's still wearing the pink apron so he looks extra preposterous while doing this. ]
...At least help me finish my soup so it doesn't go entirely to waste. Claudia.
[ even as he jokes around, he does have to wonder again—how much of claude's responses were true...? ]
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[ sylvain says, trying (and failing) to withhold a crooked smile of his own. maybe he's a little irked that he's the only one who seems to be suffering from this reveal, but it's admittedly difficult to stay annoyed in the face of claude's good humor. and no matter the trouble it's always his first instinct to play along, to diffuse the situation. ]
I poured my heart into that bouquet. My very soul into those texts... I'm a broken man.
[ he presses a palm dramatically to his chest, the absolute picture of a forlorn bachelor. he's still wearing the pink apron so he looks extra preposterous while doing this. ]
...At least help me finish my soup so it doesn't go entirely to waste. Claudia.
[ even as he jokes around, he does have to wonder again—how much of claude's responses were true...? ]