Sylvain just groans at the evidence given, scraping a hand over his face as if in utter dismay over the priorities of everyone around him.
"You realize that's still working, right? Even if it was fun. But we're all meant to take a day off on festival days - especially ones celebrating Jesper." If that wasn't a rule somewhere, it should be. He'll make it a divine proclamation if he has to. That was a thing, right?
His gaze is drawn to those dark wings once more as they spread behind Kaz, automatically balancing him as he moves without sight. Sylvain keeps an eye out for him all the same, but he's not really worried. Kaz's senses are even sharper than his own, in his experience.
But he does grin as he steps into the man's personal space. Still marveling that he can do so now. A finger trails playfully up the front of Kaz's chest, a lazy meander, as if they have all the time in the world.
"If you wish. I'd save you more than that, if you like. If you can stop working for a few hours, anyway." Part of that's a tease, but it doesn't bother to disguise the genuine interest that's simmered just beneath the surface for a long time now. Sylvain's not hidden the fact that he wouldn't hesitate to jump at the chance for more, but he knows things aren't always that simple. So he's been content to leave the ball in Kaz's court for a while now, unsure how far the man would feel comfortable taking this.
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"You realize that's still working, right? Even if it was fun. But we're all meant to take a day off on festival days - especially ones celebrating Jesper." If that wasn't a rule somewhere, it should be. He'll make it a divine proclamation if he has to. That was a thing, right?
His gaze is drawn to those dark wings once more as they spread behind Kaz, automatically balancing him as he moves without sight. Sylvain keeps an eye out for him all the same, but he's not really worried. Kaz's senses are even sharper than his own, in his experience.
But he does grin as he steps into the man's personal space. Still marveling that he can do so now. A finger trails playfully up the front of Kaz's chest, a lazy meander, as if they have all the time in the world.
"If you wish. I'd save you more than that, if you like. If you can stop working for a few hours, anyway." Part of that's a tease, but it doesn't bother to disguise the genuine interest that's simmered just beneath the surface for a long time now. Sylvain's not hidden the fact that he wouldn't hesitate to jump at the chance for more, but he knows things aren't always that simple. So he's been content to leave the ball in Kaz's court for a while now, unsure how far the man would feel comfortable taking this.