[ 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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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...]