[ Her mouth drops open, partially for the dramatics, but also because she's actually a little offended that he would think tangles would be the sole reason Lorenz's hair during their academy days would be unseated from its position as the worst hairstyle to ever grace the halls of Garreg Mach. She'd flick him if she were in a decent position to do it, but instead she glares at him in the reflection instead. ]
You'd have to practically sheer all my hair off and even then I'd still look better than Lorenz did back then!
[ With how passionately she says it, it's clear she's fairly confident in it too.
Wordlessly, she holds her hand out to him, gaze never leaving his in the mirror. Unsurprisingly Claude's mind goes straight to their bet. She knows that she could cash that in now if she wanted to, and potentially get all the answers to the questions that had been swirling in her mind. Hilda suspects that he, Sylvain, and Petra all know more than she does and she can't deny the slight hurt that comes with it. It has less to do with feeling left out, and more to do with thinking that Claude, for whatever reason, doesn't trust her enough. Never mind that she often didn't want to know the unpleasant truths, but maybe something had changed between them in the months now that spanned them.
It's enough to make her hesitate, make her think for a moment that she doesn't want the truth given to her because of a bet no matter how awful the truth may be. It certainly has nothing to do with avoiding the truth for a little longer. Instead something else slips from lips, something else that she would have asked anyway. A furrow forms between her brows, gaze flitting away from his almost immediately so he doesn't realize that this isn't what she had initially planned on asking. ]
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[ Her mouth drops open, partially for the dramatics, but also because she's actually a little offended that he would think tangles would be the sole reason Lorenz's hair during their academy days would be unseated from its position as the worst hairstyle to ever grace the halls of Garreg Mach. She'd flick him if she were in a decent position to do it, but instead she glares at him in the reflection instead. ]
You'd have to practically sheer all my hair off and even then I'd still look better than Lorenz did back then!
[ With how passionately she says it, it's clear she's fairly confident in it too.
Wordlessly, she holds her hand out to him, gaze never leaving his in the mirror. Unsurprisingly Claude's mind goes straight to their bet. She knows that she could cash that in now if she wanted to, and potentially get all the answers to the questions that had been swirling in her mind. Hilda suspects that he, Sylvain, and Petra all know more than she does and she can't deny the slight hurt that comes with it. It has less to do with feeling left out, and more to do with thinking that Claude, for whatever reason, doesn't trust her enough. Never mind that she often didn't want to know the unpleasant truths, but maybe something had changed between them in the months now that spanned them.
It's enough to make her hesitate, make her think for a moment that she doesn't want the truth given to her because of a bet no matter how awful the truth may be. It certainly has nothing to do with avoiding the truth for a little longer. Instead something else slips from lips, something else that she would have asked anyway. A furrow forms between her brows, gaze flitting away from his almost immediately so he doesn't realize that this isn't what she had initially planned on asking. ]
Can I sleep in your bed?