[The pleased, charmed remark about his arrest should not inspire any sense of vague amusement in him, and yet Felix feels warmth blossoming in his chest nonetheless. Irritated with himself—with such an inappropriate sentiment given what occurred in the past—he jerks his head away to better school his expression. Perhaps Sylvain can put on pretenses and pretend Felix didn’t coldly cut him down during the war, but Felix has never been one to skirt bitter truths. Before he can demand the redhead cut the act, Sylvain points out the jewelry section.]
…Fine.
[He’s going to dutifully ignore the comment about rows of cocks, thank you.
And so he inches a leg in the direction Sylvain had been looking. But despite Felix’s considerable strength, it’s a pointless exercise unless they’re working together; Sylvain is far too heavy for Felix to be able to bully into movement when his limbs are this restricted. Biting back a frustrated sigh, he tilts his head back to glare up at his old friend.]
What are you waiting for? [he demands, leaning with his entire body now in an effort to coax Sylvain forward.] Don’t waste my time. The sooner we’re free, the sooner we can end this farce.
sorry for the slow responses, HAPPY HOLIDAYS
…Fine.
[He’s going to dutifully ignore the comment about rows of cocks, thank you.
And so he inches a leg in the direction Sylvain had been looking. But despite Felix’s considerable strength, it’s a pointless exercise unless they’re working together; Sylvain is far too heavy for Felix to be able to bully into movement when his limbs are this restricted. Biting back a frustrated sigh, he tilts his head back to glare up at his old friend.]
What are you waiting for? [he demands, leaning with his entire body now in an effort to coax Sylvain forward.] Don’t waste my time. The sooner we’re free, the sooner we can end this farce.