[ His tone is full of fond amusement, however, as he tosses those words back. Even though his grin is a little pleased to not be included in that number. That's not always the case, but apparently Felix is in a good mood, despite everything, so he'll take it.
Although the good mood is short-lived, apparently.
Sylvain blinks in surprise at the hand that wraps around his arm, movement stilling as amber eyes flick over to catch Felix's once more. And balking a little at the rage there, something in him bracing for it to be aimed at him. Pissing off Felix with his escapades is an unfortunate skill of his, but usually he has to do more than that.
Unfortunately, Felix, your Sylvain is probably way more well-adjusted than this one, in that case. Not that he was anywhere as bad as he'd been back in school - the war didn't really leave much time for any of that, after all, and he had more important things to juggle. Mostly keeping you alive and keeping the Empire out of their territories. ]
I don't have a type, Felix. You know that. [ Said with a crooked grin that still holds a hint of unease as he tries to pick an answer that won't just piss him off more. At least his Felix had known that - they'd fought about it on plenty of occasions, after all. It's not like Sylvain tried to hide who he was at all. ] Besides. It's like this place was made for me. Who knows the rules of games like this better than me, after all?
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[ His tone is full of fond amusement, however, as he tosses those words back. Even though his grin is a little pleased to not be included in that number. That's not always the case, but apparently Felix is in a good mood, despite everything, so he'll take it.
Although the good mood is short-lived, apparently.
Sylvain blinks in surprise at the hand that wraps around his arm, movement stilling as amber eyes flick over to catch Felix's once more. And balking a little at the rage there, something in him bracing for it to be aimed at him. Pissing off Felix with his escapades is an unfortunate skill of his, but usually he has to do more than that.
Unfortunately, Felix, your Sylvain is probably way more well-adjusted than this one, in that case. Not that he was anywhere as bad as he'd been back in school - the war didn't really leave much time for any of that, after all, and he had more important things to juggle. Mostly keeping you alive and keeping the Empire out of their territories. ]
I don't have a type, Felix. You know that. [ Said with a crooked grin that still holds a hint of unease as he tries to pick an answer that won't just piss him off more. At least his Felix had known that - they'd fought about it on plenty of occasions, after all. It's not like Sylvain tried to hide who he was at all. ] Besides. It's like this place was made for me. Who knows the rules of games like this better than me, after all?