[Felix brings the pillow up again, poised to strike just as Sylvain claims to surrender. He narrows his eyes, skeptical, but the effect is sort of ruined by the fact that he's actually smiling. Seeing Sylvain laugh like this, completely genuine with no bitterness or sarcasm...he can't help a weird surge of pride at being responsible for that. He hasn't heard Sylvain really, sincerely laugh like that in a long time. It's always either fake or filled with something dark and unsettling.
Not now, though.
He spends just a second or two too long watching the way Sylvain's mirth dances in his eyes, and doesn't notice.]
Hmph.
[He tosses the pillow back roughly where it belongs at the head of the bed and clambers off the bed, adjusting his now-rumpled clothes and pushing back strands of hair that have fallen out of their tie.]
Enough messing around. We need to find--
[He was about to call the cat by name, but he abruptly realizes what would happen if he did.]
no subject
Not now, though.
He spends just a second or two too long watching the way Sylvain's mirth dances in his eyes, and doesn't notice.]
Hmph.
[He tosses the pillow back roughly where it belongs at the head of the bed and clambers off the bed, adjusting his now-rumpled clothes and pushing back strands of hair that have fallen out of their tie.]
Enough messing around. We need to find--
[He was about to call the cat by name, but he abruptly realizes what would happen if he did.]
--my cat. And that dog we apparently have.