[Trouble? What trouble? Ignoring Sylvain is as easy as breathing, if Felix's impassive expression is anything to go by—but ah, ah, ah. Despite Felix's outward everything, those pesky ears atop his head sure are twitching; the one closest to Sylvain, in fact, actually swivels right toward him, and there isn't a damn thing Felix can do about it. He doesn't even know it's happening, really, because instinctive reactions are just that: instinctive.
And all of his conscious thought is currently devoted to—you guessed it!—being a brat, so. This is where he is as a person! As a functioning adult. Pretending that the his worst (re: better) half craving his attention so badly means nothing, even when it's... nice, in a strange way...
...Well! In this place, anyway.]
You're hardly off to a good start.
[A fact... and a dare, in a way? Make him look—if you can.]
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And all of his conscious thought is currently devoted to—you guessed it!—being a brat, so. This is where he is as a person! As a functioning adult. Pretending that the his worst (re: better) half craving his attention so badly means nothing, even when it's... nice, in a strange way...
...Well! In this place, anyway.]
You're hardly off to a good start.
[A fact... and a dare, in a way? Make him look—if you can.]