[ Thirty seconds of having Claude stare at him is a long time, but at least he succeeded in completely derailing his train of thought while he finishes unbuttoning his shirt. It would be a little unnerving if he hadn’t intended this as a distraction technique in the first place, but still. He’s actually a little impressed he managed to render the man speechless for as long as he did.
Even the momentary hint of familiar humor is enough to feel like a small victory, if he’s honest. Sylvain’s always been a bit of an expert at using inappropriate humor at inappropriate times, but it rarely came in as useful as this. ]
Goddess. If eight months is not much convincing, I’d hate to think what you consider a challenge. [ He knows that’s not what Claude meant, but he’s trying to keep his tone light as he works Claude’s sleeves back off his shoulders, sliding it down his arms to reveal his torso - and everything that had been hidden beneath. He bites back a soft hiss at the sight of the wounds still opened and seeping - apparently not all of Claude’s had stayed closed very long. Sylvain had at least gotten himself out of the tunnels before the lesions and wounds started opening up once more.
But he keeps working, carefully tugging Claude’s shirt all the way off while trying his best not to aggravate any of the injuries - or draw Claude’s attention back to the wounds he didn’t want to see for himself. ]
Shit. He did? [ Sylvain’s worried that’s not going to bode well - for Wilhelm or the rest of them. ]
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Even the momentary hint of familiar humor is enough to feel like a small victory, if he’s honest. Sylvain’s always been a bit of an expert at using inappropriate humor at inappropriate times, but it rarely came in as useful as this. ]
Goddess. If eight months is not much convincing, I’d hate to think what you consider a challenge. [ He knows that’s not what Claude meant, but he’s trying to keep his tone light as he works Claude’s sleeves back off his shoulders, sliding it down his arms to reveal his torso - and everything that had been hidden beneath. He bites back a soft hiss at the sight of the wounds still opened and seeping - apparently not all of Claude’s had stayed closed very long. Sylvain had at least gotten himself out of the tunnels before the lesions and wounds started opening up once more.
But he keeps working, carefully tugging Claude’s shirt all the way off while trying his best not to aggravate any of the injuries - or draw Claude’s attention back to the wounds he didn’t want to see for himself. ]
Shit. He did? [ Sylvain’s worried that’s not going to bode well - for Wilhelm or the rest of them. ]