[ The prospects of desserts could very well have Hilda forgiving Claude for almost dropping her precious shoes earlier which is clear from the spark of interest in her eyes that is vaguely reminiscent of Lysiteha.
Short attention spans seem to be the theme of the night however because as Sylvain shifts, Hilda pulls herself up a little, pressing her hands into his chest in order to see what he’s doing. Unfortunately, short of absolutely choking Sylvain out with the crook of her arm, she can only see the tops of the flasks glinting in the moonlight. The sight of them are greeted with a fond laugh of appreciation, recognizing a similar set up from home.
As for the (well-deserved) exasperation that she and Claude are on the receiving end of — ]
Because I wasn’t hungry then obviously. [ There’s a dramatic sigh that heaves from her mouth as Hilda throws her head backwards. Her voice trembles as if on the verge of (crocodile) tears. ] Can we please stop for a snack, Sylvain? I’m going to waste away. Please? And look how sad Claude looks without his fruit.
[ From behind Sylvain’s head, Hilda shoots Claude a look that he’s probably familiar with. One that clearly signals that they’re about to tag team some poor, unsuspecting soul — or in this case, Sylvain to get what they want. ]
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Short attention spans seem to be the theme of the night however because as Sylvain shifts, Hilda pulls herself up a little, pressing her hands into his chest in order to see what he’s doing. Unfortunately, short of absolutely choking Sylvain out with the crook of her arm, she can only see the tops of the flasks glinting in the moonlight. The sight of them are greeted with a fond laugh of appreciation, recognizing a similar set up from home.
As for the (well-deserved) exasperation that she and Claude are on the receiving end of — ]
Because I wasn’t hungry then obviously. [ There’s a dramatic sigh that heaves from her mouth as Hilda throws her head backwards. Her voice trembles as if on the verge of (crocodile) tears. ] Can we please stop for a snack, Sylvain? I’m going to waste away. Please? And look how sad Claude looks without his fruit.
[ From behind Sylvain’s head, Hilda shoots Claude a look that he’s probably familiar with. One that clearly signals that they’re about to tag team some poor, unsuspecting soul — or in this case, Sylvain to get what they want. ]