[ There was a witty comment on the way about crumbs, there really was, but then Sylvain has to go and step forward with that expression which catches his attention a little too much. It's almost but not quite a look he's been given before - and the same goes for the hand traveling down him - and though both usually lead to a certain conclusion, the inn's hallway doesn't seem like the place for that.
In the end, he's just as surprised as Hilda is and has to blink when none of that set up finishes how he thought it would. But - that's not a negative or anywhere close to one because as he tilts his head a bit to see Hilda's reaction and notes that blush Claude immediately cracks a grin, and it's one that only grows wider when she tries to recover quickly. ]
He's good at that, isn't he? [ Also like other times this is whispered at a volume Sylvain can definitely hear, even with what he's about to say next. ] Don't let him hear that, though.
[ More than worth it to rightfully boost the man in question's ego as they walk into the room. In something else familiar to an amalgamation of various late nights, Claude sets Hilda down on their designated picnic bed gently rather than how Sylvain's dropped him a few times (not that he was complaining then or now) and in something more like their own nights, leans down to remove her shoes to whisk them away where they can't be stumbled over. Like by him since Claude has to lean against the wall for a little added support while taking off his own, but doing so means he notices something else. ]
Hey, this thing, [ with a point towards the nearby dresser where some sort of decorative but plain tray resting on top is one means to repurpose as a serving item, ] might keep us from spilling tea all over the bed while we're at it.
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In the end, he's just as surprised as Hilda is and has to blink when none of that set up finishes how he thought it would. But - that's not a negative or anywhere close to one because as he tilts his head a bit to see Hilda's reaction and notes that blush Claude immediately cracks a grin, and it's one that only grows wider when she tries to recover quickly. ]
He's good at that, isn't he? [ Also like other times this is whispered at a volume Sylvain can definitely hear, even with what he's about to say next. ] Don't let him hear that, though.
[ More than worth it to rightfully boost the man in question's ego as they walk into the room. In something else familiar to an amalgamation of various late nights, Claude sets Hilda down on their designated picnic bed gently rather than how Sylvain's dropped him a few times (not that he was complaining then or now) and in something more like their own nights, leans down to remove her shoes to whisk them away where they can't be stumbled over. Like by him since Claude has to lean against the wall for a little added support while taking off his own, but doing so means he notices something else. ]
Hey, this thing, [ with a point towards the nearby dresser where some sort of decorative but plain tray resting on top is one means to repurpose as a serving item, ] might keep us from spilling tea all over the bed while we're at it.