Huh, I really should've tried bargaining you into that sooner. [ Though he'd meant to sound mildly teasing before, now it's all out into blatant teasing as though she'd walked into one of his master plans of some kind and not something he'd cobbled together on the spot. Overconfidence means Claude's operating under the assumption he'll win this bet even if his history of bets in Abraxas have, in fact, not been in his favor whatsoever. He'll still flash Hilda a wide grin now, secure in not having to answer any questions but the possibility of finding a truthful enough loophole to get out of them someday. Maybe. ] One more caveat to add to that is I'd like to at least request what it is I'll be wearing, if I can, but I can tell you that piece later when I win.
[ Can being the operative wording in there since technically he could probably just request whatever it was as the theoretical winner, but since Hilda's going to be the one making it then it might as well be something she hopefully enjoy making. Never mind that the phrasing he chooses makes it sound like he's about to request something entirely too complicated, something he'd be far more willing to do if it was going to be a task assigned to say, Lorenz.
Nothing to dwell on now since when Hilda readies her stance Claude does the same automatically and Adelheid shifts too, muscles tensing in that ready for takeoff feeling all wyverns seem to have. He squints out of the aerie as whatever approximation of sunlight they've created (or was already here) beams right into his eyes while he's trying to get his bearings, then he points towards the mountains in question. ]
Alright, it's to those off in the distance and back here, and whoever's back first gets to claim victory and their prize.
[ And with that, since they're both ready and eager for the race, to fly, all of it - nothing left to do but to countdown to take off and take flight. ]
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[ Can being the operative wording in there since technically he could probably just request whatever it was as the theoretical winner, but since Hilda's going to be the one making it then it might as well be something she hopefully enjoy making. Never mind that the phrasing he chooses makes it sound like he's about to request something entirely too complicated, something he'd be far more willing to do if it was going to be a task assigned to say, Lorenz.
Nothing to dwell on now since when Hilda readies her stance Claude does the same automatically and Adelheid shifts too, muscles tensing in that ready for takeoff feeling all wyverns seem to have. He squints out of the aerie as whatever approximation of sunlight they've created (or was already here) beams right into his eyes while he's trying to get his bearings, then he points towards the mountains in question. ]
Alright, it's to those off in the distance and back here, and whoever's back first gets to claim victory and their prize.
[ And with that, since they're both ready and eager for the race, to fly, all of it - nothing left to do but to countdown to take off and take flight. ]