Now you've done it. We're never going to hear the end of it tonight.
[ A dramatic, pained groan leaves her mouth as she's attended to by Claude. Upon being freed from her stunning shoes, her toes wiggle enthusiastically. The bliss of taking off high heels feels like a small joy, but one she intends to relish especially after being in them for hours. Absently her eyes trail after Claude, noting where he places them, a habit developed in their Academy days. You never knew when you might have to make a mad dash to toss them out of line of sight from anyone doing the rare curfew check or someone dropping by unannounced which obviously only happened when one of them weren't where they were supposed to be.
Neither of those things were likely to happen tonight, but she makes note anyway. After all, she might make an exit for her room to give them privacy. Sure her room is mere steps away, but she isn't about to leave a pair of shoes like that behind. But in the mean time, there's some far better scenery in this room. Her eyes skip appreciatively towards Sylvain as he makes himself comfortable, hardly making it subtle. When he lands beside her on the bed, she reaches out to give his cheek a playful pinch. ]
Just don't pout if I have to sip my tea extra loud just to drown out any gloating.
[ Her dress isn't the most fitted thing she's worn, but she's stubborn enough that she doesn't make a move to wiggle out of it. Instead she motions towards the tray and Claude who is conveniently the only one amongst them left standing. ]
It's a great idea actually. I don't want crumbs on my dress either. Claude, can you bring it over here? [ Her lips curve, eyes turning pleading. ] I just can't get wriggle off the bed in this dress.
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[ A dramatic, pained groan leaves her mouth as she's attended to by Claude. Upon being freed from her stunning shoes, her toes wiggle enthusiastically. The bliss of taking off high heels feels like a small joy, but one she intends to relish especially after being in them for hours. Absently her eyes trail after Claude, noting where he places them, a habit developed in their Academy days. You never knew when you might have to make a mad dash to toss them out of line of sight from anyone doing the rare curfew check or someone dropping by unannounced which obviously only happened when one of them weren't where they were supposed to be.
Neither of those things were likely to happen tonight, but she makes note anyway. After all, she might make an exit for her room to give them privacy. Sure her room is mere steps away, but she isn't about to leave a pair of shoes like that behind. But in the mean time, there's some far better scenery in this room. Her eyes skip appreciatively towards Sylvain as he makes himself comfortable, hardly making it subtle. When he lands beside her on the bed, she reaches out to give his cheek a playful pinch. ]
Just don't pout if I have to sip my tea extra loud just to drown out any gloating.
[ Her dress isn't the most fitted thing she's worn, but she's stubborn enough that she doesn't make a move to wiggle out of it. Instead she motions towards the tray and Claude who is conveniently the only one amongst them left standing. ]
It's a great idea actually. I don't want crumbs on my dress either. Claude, can you bring it over here? [ Her lips curve, eyes turning pleading. ] I just can't get wriggle off the bed in this dress.