No one's wearing anything from the midnight snack, because the crumbs are gonna end up in Sylvain's bed rather than anywhere else. That includes them staying on anyone.
[ A very matter-of-fact statement as he's all too happy to continue dooming Sylvain's bed to this fate when there's no small amount of rather flaky pastries in that box waiting to be demolished by the three of them. Besides that, there's an entire other bed ready to be occupied when it's time to go to sleep. Whenever that'll be, at some point eventually.
Something Claude's not concerned with as with his boots tackled, there's nothing left to do but grab the tray. Hilda's plea brought a smirk to his face he'd smothered quickly, or attempted to, considering it's also familiar. So is him caving to to her requests rather than being difficult (at least some of the time), and now's no exception as he sets the tray down between the two of them while also having made no secret of his admiration on the short trip over.
Which is why after completing his duty for safe tea consumption, Claude sprawls out to complete the sort of triangle around the tray and pastry box, complete with using Hilda's lap as a pillow and more obnoxiously draping his legs over Sylvain's. ]
You guys were onto something because this is way more comfortable than wandering around Libertas. [ With a partial feigned sigh of comfort to go with that before he reaches into the box to retrieve a croissant to hand to Hilda first, then a meat pie to Sylvain, and finally the one with a small mountain of cheese filling for himself. ] On second thought, that compliment goes to you, Hilda, since Sylvain's already hit his quota for the day.
[ There's one last grin for good measure before he takes a bite of his pastry. Totally worth nearly getting kicked out of the cafe over. ]
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[ A very matter-of-fact statement as he's all too happy to continue dooming Sylvain's bed to this fate when there's no small amount of rather flaky pastries in that box waiting to be demolished by the three of them. Besides that, there's an entire other bed ready to be occupied when it's time to go to sleep. Whenever that'll be, at some point eventually.
Something Claude's not concerned with as with his boots tackled, there's nothing left to do but grab the tray. Hilda's plea brought a smirk to his face he'd smothered quickly, or attempted to, considering it's also familiar. So is him caving to to her requests rather than being difficult (at least some of the time), and now's no exception as he sets the tray down between the two of them while also having made no secret of his admiration on the short trip over.
Which is why after completing his duty for safe tea consumption, Claude sprawls out to complete the sort of triangle around the tray and pastry box, complete with using Hilda's lap as a pillow and more obnoxiously draping his legs over Sylvain's. ]
You guys were onto something because this is way more comfortable than wandering around Libertas. [ With a partial feigned sigh of comfort to go with that before he reaches into the box to retrieve a croissant to hand to Hilda first, then a meat pie to Sylvain, and finally the one with a small mountain of cheese filling for himself. ] On second thought, that compliment goes to you, Hilda, since Sylvain's already hit his quota for the day.
[ There's one last grin for good measure before he takes a bite of his pastry. Totally worth nearly getting kicked out of the cafe over. ]