[ Sylvain hadn't noticed Felix. In fact, his back had been turned until a few moments before they collided. Maybe it was the sound of the scuffle that had him turning, or maybe it's some sixth sense he had for his childhood best friend having a temper tantrum somewhere in his vicinity. But he'd barely taken in the sight of Felix being roped towards him - literally - before the other man crashes into his chest and his hands come out to steady him, even as the rope proceeds to wrap them up together snugly, until there's no slack to speak of in how they're caught together.

There's shock on Felix's face, but Sylvain doesn't stop to think about that too much, chalking it up to the very insistent magic rope or something. Or today and all its weirdness in general. In fact, there's something close to sheer relief in his own expression at the sight of a familiar face. ]

Well. Fancy running into you here.

[ As far as jokes go, it's dry and deadpan, but he's grinning as he flexes his arms, testing the hold of the rope. It's tight and firm, and he thinks they're going to have to rely on something other than just strength to get out of this particular lure.

Also, his hands have ended up practically resting on Felix's ass, that early attempt to steady him resulting in being bound in a somewhat compromising position after they were bound even tighter together than he'd initially realized. ]

I'd make a quip about being happy to see you, but somehow I think that might just make this more awkward...