[He knew it! He knew Sylvain was faking, which is why that Look only intensifies when Sylvain dares to make a grab for his legs—but as annoying as Sylvain is? As tempting as it is to give Sylvain a solid kick in the ribs, just to really drive this point home? It's... good, he supposes, to know that, in spite of everything they've been through, Sylvain is somehow hardy enough to be his usual idiotic self.
And this is perhaps the one (1) person in this world who can get away with both this degree of contact and that unfair comparison, even if Felix wastes no time bending down just far enough to swat that arm away. Hey! He's too sore to deal with this—and far too sore to fall in a heap alongside Sylvain, so let! GO! He'll sit on his own terms!!]
Compare me to the boar again, fool.
[It's muttered lowly enough to practically be a threat, because yeah, Sylvain! See what happens then! But once he is, in fact, free of that grip, he only remains on his feet for a few seconds longer? Long enough to check the state of the sun and ensure that Sylvain has given up on pulling him down to his level; he still has his stubborn pride, you see, but once he's sure that Sylvain isn't about to go for his second attempt... once he's sure that Sylvain isn't seconds away from doing the reasonable thing, i.e. whining at Felix until Felix helps him back to his feet...
...Well. So this is where they're remaining for the time being, huh? Felix has little choice but to (stiffly) drop down beside Sylvain, not even caring that there's only, like, a few inches between them. Water is wet! The sky is blue! Sylvain gets away with more things than other people even dream of getting away with, because Sylvain is, without a doubt, Felix's closest friend. There's little Felix wouldn't do for this absolute moron.
That doesn't, however, save said moron catching an elbow to the ribs as Felix looks up over the tops of these trees, savoring both the silence and the light. And even if it winds up being a more painful thing for Felix, given all that armor... pbbt. It's still worth it, hence his loud HUFF.]
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And this is perhaps the one (1) person in this world who can get away with both this degree of contact and that unfair comparison, even if Felix wastes no time bending down just far enough to swat that arm away. Hey! He's too sore to deal with this—and far too sore to fall in a heap alongside Sylvain, so let! GO! He'll sit on his own terms!!]
Compare me to the boar again, fool.
[It's muttered lowly enough to practically be a threat, because yeah, Sylvain! See what happens then! But once he is, in fact, free of that grip, he only remains on his feet for a few seconds longer? Long enough to check the state of the sun and ensure that Sylvain has given up on pulling him down to his level; he still has his stubborn pride, you see, but once he's sure that Sylvain isn't about to go for his second attempt... once he's sure that Sylvain isn't seconds away from doing the reasonable thing, i.e. whining at Felix until Felix helps him back to his feet...
...Well. So this is where they're remaining for the time being, huh? Felix has little choice but to (stiffly) drop down beside Sylvain, not even caring that there's only, like, a few inches between them. Water is wet! The sky is blue! Sylvain gets away with more things than other people even dream of getting away with, because Sylvain is, without a doubt, Felix's closest friend. There's little Felix wouldn't do for this absolute moron.
That doesn't, however, save said moron catching an elbow to the ribs as Felix looks up over the tops of these trees, savoring both the silence and the light. And even if it winds up being a more painful thing for Felix, given all that armor... pbbt. It's still worth it, hence his loud HUFF.]
...What were you thinking?
[He has to KNOW!]