[ Sure enough, Felix's eyes narrow to dangerous slits peering over the top of his teacup, and those ears level out in a display of annoyance. ]
I'm not one of your girls, Sylvain. There's nothing cute about it.
[ It comes across as a simmering sort of irritation over their bond, but the effect is ruined and fragmented a moment later when Sylvain's fingers start to stroke through his hair again. That feeling simmers gradually down to nothing, until Felix finally decides to grudgingly sip from his teacup, accepting defeat.
...And then the tail slowly but surely starts thumping again. There's a flash of annoyance, on his face and across the bond, but he lets it be this time. ]
...Thank you. For this. [ Super stiff, but he's being sincere in his gratitude, and Sylvain can probably feel it. ]
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I'm not one of your girls, Sylvain. There's nothing cute about it.
[ It comes across as a simmering sort of irritation over their bond, but the effect is ruined and fragmented a moment later when Sylvain's fingers start to stroke through his hair again. That feeling simmers gradually down to nothing, until Felix finally decides to grudgingly sip from his teacup, accepting defeat.
...And then the tail slowly but surely starts thumping again. There's a flash of annoyance, on his face and across the bond, but he lets it be this time. ]
...Thank you. For this. [ Super stiff, but he's being sincere in his gratitude, and Sylvain can probably feel it. ]