[ He is not dignifying anything about rubbing with a response, not even if his mouth twitches in a telltale sign of laughter begging to be let loose. Yet another reason to be glad the blindfold's still in place.
Sylvain's next guess, though now it does get a short bit of laughter from him, is truly no closer than the first despite the added detail. Not that Claude minds; both of them know how to loop around something whether it calls for that or not. If that just makes it a game inside a game? All the more reason to continue it. ]
Telling me something I already know about don't count as a guess, Gautier. You think I missed out on any of those attempts with Mags? [ He's grinning, too entertained by everything about this even if he can practically see the wheels turning in Sylvain's mind both before and after speaking. ] Tackle one thing at a time there before you get ahead of yourself with gags since before you get to any wish lists you still have to guess what's going on, blindingly handsome as that half of your face is or otherwise.
[ Where does Claude's opinion fall into that? On the blindingly handsome side of the scale, naturally, but it's more fun to tease while he offers Sylvain next to no other details. He knows where they are, at least, so that's a start. Not that it narrows anything down considering the year and then some they lived here before that arrival that nearly equal amount of time ago when there's so many nights to include or to choose from, but - on second thought.
Help arrives, somewhat, in the form of a couple of mugs of ale dropped off at their table, and Claude reaches for one of Sylvain's hands to place it upon the nearest mug. ]
Here, this'll help set the scene a little better since you had this with you where you are right now. Now all I'm missing is a plate of something else, though you'll have to figure out what.
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Sylvain's next guess, though now it does get a short bit of laughter from him, is truly no closer than the first despite the added detail. Not that Claude minds; both of them know how to loop around something whether it calls for that or not. If that just makes it a game inside a game? All the more reason to continue it. ]
Telling me something I already know about don't count as a guess, Gautier. You think I missed out on any of those attempts with Mags? [ He's grinning, too entertained by everything about this even if he can practically see the wheels turning in Sylvain's mind both before and after speaking. ] Tackle one thing at a time there before you get ahead of yourself with gags since before you get to any wish lists you still have to guess what's going on, blindingly handsome as that half of your face is or otherwise.
[ Where does Claude's opinion fall into that? On the blindingly handsome side of the scale, naturally, but it's more fun to tease while he offers Sylvain next to no other details. He knows where they are, at least, so that's a start. Not that it narrows anything down considering the year and then some they lived here before that arrival that nearly equal amount of time ago when there's so many nights to include or to choose from, but - on second thought.
Help arrives, somewhat, in the form of a couple of mugs of ale dropped off at their table, and Claude reaches for one of Sylvain's hands to place it upon the nearest mug. ]
Here, this'll help set the scene a little better since you had this with you where you are right now. Now all I'm missing is a plate of something else, though you'll have to figure out what.