[ the scene is set: it is exactly 7:05am according to the little clock on the kitchen microwave, not too late and not too early that sylvain couldn't sleep in for a little bit. it is, however, late enough that felix has come back from his early morning training, and sylvain has managed to corner him with some "breakfast", which is just his spicy smoked meat and a large side of eggs that he got from the farm. one day, he'll have enough ingredients to make an omelette.
but anyway, this is all just a lead up to the main event, which is... deep cleaning their apartment. like, okay, it's not nearly as dusty as it was when they first found it? but there is only so much grime sylvain can take before his neat freak kicks in, so here they are. ]
Come on, Fe, it's just like back at the Academy. [ he has borrowed some cleaning supplies from the chocobo stables: a few buckets, two brooms and two mops, a few towels. at least their apartment isn't that big; sylvain is confident that they'll be able to finish well before noon. hopefully. ] Didn't the Professor make you pull weeds and clean the stables for those group activities? Or was that just me?
[It's stupidly easy to keep Felix where you want him, provided you know what Felix likes. Sylvain does, and thus—this! Felix gnawing on one of the last pieces of his smoked meat as he first eyes those cleaning supplies, then the man gesturing to them. He's not above cleaning; he did, in fact, do his fair share of chores during their school days, and he does enjoy a clean living space, but...
...Ugh. He would prefer to go clean and oil his sword, so.]
Just you, [Felix says, uncharitably, between bites.] I took my training seriously, Sylvain.
[And the only trouble he got into was trouble Sylvain dragged him into, so, you know. Byleth forced him to work with others, it's true, but Byleth never assigned extra chores because he was, say, a lazy womanizer. Funny how that works!
But anyway, as Felix turns to take in their admittedly dusty apartment:]
Everything looks clean.
[Like, compared to... a mud-covered tent in the middle of a war camp? It's all relative, bud.]
Yeah, and so did Ingrid, but the Professor still paired us up every week anyway.
[ probably because byleth knew ingrid would keep sylvain in line, but whatever! the point still stands. no one was exempt from chores back then and no one is exempt from chores here, either.
so to felix's argument: sylvain walks up next to him, getting into his personal space just so he can brush one finger over the table felix is eating at. it comes away coated with a layer of dust, and the table now has a distinctly clear stripe over it. ]
[Sir, this is Felix's bubble? Go away. Or: This is (presumably) another day that ends in "y," and so Felix merely shifts an inch or so toward the opposite side as Sylvain puts on his stupid show. It's just dust... so what... they have both seen and been surrounded by far worse...
And thus Felix takes another bite of his breakfast, knowing that Sylvain does, in fact, have a point... but doing his best to not care about it.]
...Wipe the table, if it bothers you.
[That's neither a yes nor a no. He's not saying that Sylvain is right! He's not!!]
Doesn't it bother you? [ who is he kidding, it's felix. ] Nevermind, don't answer that.
[ but he is going to wipe the table, thank you, because this is the worst offense and they have all the time in the world now! if they're gonna be stuck here on crazy sex island, they can at least try and make things a little bit more bearable. ]
Listen, I know what you're thinking. [ in his best felix voice, as he lifts felix's plate to wipe at the section of table beneath it: ] We've lived in worse, Sylvain. And yeah, you're not wrong, I never want to camp out anywhere near Ailell ever again. But it doesn't mean we have to keep living like that.
[He's messy, but he's not, like, gross, you know? He would prefer a space with no dust bunnies blowing about; it's just a matter of getting up and scrubbing every surface in this apartment when he would rather do so many other things. Weapon maintenance, for one. Training. Exploring. The day is short and his time is precious...
...But something, something, Sylvain lives here, too! And Sylvain's wants matter, even as Felix makes a disgruntled noise before reaching up to pluck his plate from Sylvain's hand.]
Your complaining was worse than Ailell, [he grumbles, because he knows when he's lost.] You whined for weeks.
["Weh, it's so hot and so dusty, I want to die!" - Sylvain, 1185. But anyway, as Felix gives Sylvain A Look while he shovels the last bit of eggs into his mouth:]
Well? Do you have a plan? Out with it.
[Give him a list of tasks to tackle and he will................. consider it.]
[ there's like dust bunnies everywhere and who knows what else. like, he's glad he managed to clean the couch before they ended up cuddling and falling asleep on it, and their beds are kind of lumpy but sylvain would take lumpy over the valley of torment, so. ]
It was really hot! You were there with me, okay, it was awful. And at least you didn't have to run around in full armor while you were at it.
[ "professor, please put me out of my misery", etc. still complaining, even after all this time. someone get him some swim trunks and a melon float with designer shades and maybe he'll shut up for once, but alas. ]
The whole space could really use a good sweep, honestly. [ like look at all this dust?? he's so glad neither of them are allergic. ] I'm not asking you to scrub the floor, but if you could help me with the bathroom and kitchen, I would really— [ here he leans in, pressing a quick kiss to felix's cheek, noses down along his jawline. ] Really, appreciate it.
[It was hot but they survived, The End—and it certainly doesn't matter now, because Sylvain is so gross? Sylvain is so gross, as evidenced by the noise Felix makes low in his throat as he wrinkles his nose, halfheartedly attempts to lean farther to the side. Weird, how there's absolutely nothing blocking his way... but he remains within Sylvain's reach for far longer than he necessarily should, given how ~disgusted~ he is by this affection...
...Listen. Listen. Maybe it's far from the worst thing in the world, but Felix still does lean out of Sylvain's reach, all but pressing his head flat against the table as he gives Sylvain a sharp Look. He is not pink-cheeked, thanks. He is not.]
Why would I only do half the work? I'm not you. [Grumble, grumble, grumble.] If I sweep, I should do the rest. Obviously.
[Felix Hugo Fraldarius doesn't half-ass anything! Also, maybe that bribery, like. Maybe it worked. He is now Committed.]
[ felix is definitely pink-cheeked and it's a good look on him? very cute, 10/10, sylvain is weak. but not weak enough to grin, so pleased and just a little smug, as he leans in to press the broom into felix's hands and a quick kiss to his lips. ]
Yes, yes. 'Tis I, Sylvain, slacker extraordinaire. It's by the blessing of the Goddess that I have you by my side to help me. [ how did he even graduate? oh wait, he never did. funny, how war works! but more seriously: ] Thanks, Felix.
[ because felix really didn't have to help clean the place and sylvain really could have done it himself. but it's nice, not to mention awfully domestic, and sylvain is trying very hard not to focus on that last part. so he gets to work on the living room first since he's there, tackling all the dust before moving on to the minimal furniture they have. ]
[Do Sylvain's dramatic antics (tm) result in Felix rolling his eyes? Yes. Of course they do. It has nothing at all to do with that kiss, which definitely did not send Felix's cheeks turning a slightly darker shade of pink. Sometimes Felix misses having a space all to his own, even if that space is as small as a tent pitched in the middle of nowhere.
But that's a lie, really. Living with Sylvain for this past, what, moon or so... has been unexpectedly nice, which is what prompts Felix to slips out of his chair, ensuring his back is turned to Sylvain as he surveys the kitchen (and brings a hand up to swiftly swipe over his lips, do not @ him).]
Whatever.
[You're welcome. Felix is as bad with sentiment as always, but his actions, in typical Felix fashion, do the speaking for him. He attacks the kitchen with gusto? Sweeps like the floor has personally offended him, making sure to jab the broom in every nook and cranny before he takes the (ratty) rugs outside and beats the shit out of them. He's seen maids do this before—and you know, it's fine training. Really gets those upper arm muscles.
...Anyway. Rinse and repeat for the bathroom, then, before he moves on to mopping. He doesn't know what Sylvain is doing, once Sylvain finishes with the living room; he decides he doesn't really care, but whenever Sylvain pops into the kitchen or bathroom to grab, like, more water or something, Felix sweeps his bangs back just to shoot Sylvain a look. Find him a headband, sir, he is too sweaty to live, but also:]
Don't expect me to clean your room.
[Just something to say! Recognize his efforts, sir! But clean Felix's and find his collection of cocktail swords, though... hmm...]
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hgtv's extreme makeover: sex island edition
but anyway, this is all just a lead up to the main event, which is... deep cleaning their apartment. like, okay, it's not nearly as dusty as it was when they first found it? but there is only so much grime sylvain can take before his neat freak kicks in, so here they are. ]
Come on, Fe, it's just like back at the Academy. [ he has borrowed some cleaning supplies from the chocobo stables: a few buckets, two brooms and two mops, a few towels. at least their apartment isn't that big; sylvain is confident that they'll be able to finish well before noon. hopefully. ] Didn't the Professor make you pull weeds and clean the stables for those group activities? Or was that just me?
i hate this
...Ugh. He would prefer to go clean and oil his sword, so.]
Just you, [Felix says, uncharitably, between bites.] I took my training seriously, Sylvain.
[And the only trouble he got into was trouble Sylvain dragged him into, so, you know. Byleth forced him to work with others, it's true, but Byleth never assigned extra chores because he was, say, a lazy womanizer. Funny how that works!
But anyway, as Felix turns to take in their admittedly dusty apartment:]
Everything looks clean.
[Like, compared to... a mud-covered tent in the middle of a war camp? It's all relative, bud.]
u wanted it
[ probably because byleth knew ingrid would keep sylvain in line, but whatever! the point still stands. no one was exempt from chores back then and no one is exempt from chores here, either.
so to felix's argument: sylvain walks up next to him, getting into his personal space just so he can brush one finger over the table felix is eating at. it comes away coated with a layer of dust, and the table now has a distinctly clear stripe over it. ]
You sure about that?
i regret it
And thus Felix takes another bite of his breakfast, knowing that Sylvain does, in fact, have a point... but doing his best to not care about it.]
...Wipe the table, if it bothers you.
[That's neither a yes nor a no. He's not saying that Sylvain is right! He's not!!]
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[ but he is going to wipe the table, thank you, because this is the worst offense and they have all the time in the world now! if they're gonna be stuck here on crazy sex island, they can at least try and make things a little bit more bearable. ]
Listen, I know what you're thinking. [ in his best felix voice, as he lifts felix's plate to wipe at the section of table beneath it: ] We've lived in worse, Sylvain. And yeah, you're not wrong, I never want to camp out anywhere near Ailell ever again. But it doesn't mean we have to keep living like that.
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...But something, something, Sylvain lives here, too! And Sylvain's wants matter, even as Felix makes a disgruntled noise before reaching up to pluck his plate from Sylvain's hand.]
Your complaining was worse than Ailell, [he grumbles, because he knows when he's lost.] You whined for weeks.
["Weh, it's so hot and so dusty, I want to die!" - Sylvain, 1185. But anyway, as Felix gives Sylvain A Look while he shovels the last bit of eggs into his mouth:]
Well? Do you have a plan? Out with it.
[Give him a list of tasks to tackle and he will................. consider it.]
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It was really hot! You were there with me, okay, it was awful. And at least you didn't have to run around in full armor while you were at it.
[ "professor, please put me out of my misery", etc. still complaining, even after all this time. someone get him some swim trunks and a melon float with designer shades and maybe he'll shut up for once, but alas. ]
The whole space could really use a good sweep, honestly. [ like look at all this dust?? he's so glad neither of them are allergic. ] I'm not asking you to scrub the floor, but if you could help me with the bathroom and kitchen, I would really— [ here he leans in, pressing a quick kiss to felix's cheek, noses down along his jawline. ] Really, appreciate it.
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...Listen. Listen. Maybe it's far from the worst thing in the world, but Felix still does lean out of Sylvain's reach, all but pressing his head flat against the table as he gives Sylvain a sharp Look. He is not pink-cheeked, thanks. He is not.]
Why would I only do half the work? I'm not you. [Grumble, grumble, grumble.] If I sweep, I should do the rest. Obviously.
[Felix Hugo Fraldarius doesn't half-ass anything! Also, maybe that bribery, like. Maybe it worked. He is now Committed.]
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Yes, yes. 'Tis I, Sylvain, slacker extraordinaire. It's by the blessing of the Goddess that I have you by my side to help me. [ how did he even graduate? oh wait, he never did. funny, how war works! but more seriously: ] Thanks, Felix.
[ because felix really didn't have to help clean the place and sylvain really could have done it himself. but it's nice, not to mention awfully domestic, and sylvain is trying very hard not to focus on that last part. so he gets to work on the living room first since he's there, tackling all the dust before moving on to the minimal furniture they have. ]
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But that's a lie, really. Living with Sylvain for this past, what, moon or so... has been unexpectedly nice, which is what prompts Felix to slips out of his chair, ensuring his back is turned to Sylvain as he surveys the kitchen (and brings a hand up to swiftly swipe over his lips, do not @ him).]
Whatever.
[You're welcome. Felix is as bad with sentiment as always, but his actions, in typical Felix fashion, do the speaking for him. He attacks the kitchen with gusto? Sweeps like the floor has personally offended him, making sure to jab the broom in every nook and cranny before he takes the (ratty) rugs outside and beats the shit out of them. He's seen maids do this before—and you know, it's fine training. Really gets those upper arm muscles.
...Anyway. Rinse and repeat for the bathroom, then, before he moves on to mopping. He doesn't know what Sylvain is doing, once Sylvain finishes with the living room; he decides he doesn't really care, but whenever Sylvain pops into the kitchen or bathroom to grab, like, more water or something, Felix sweeps his bangs back just to shoot Sylvain a look. Find him a headband, sir, he is too sweaty to live, but also:]
Don't expect me to clean your room.
[Just something to say! Recognize his efforts, sir! But clean Felix's and find his collection of cocktail swords, though... hmm...]