Hmph. Better stuck like this than looking like a disaster, like you. [Even though, regardless of how bloody or bruised his face might be, Sylvain always looks perfect. Under other circumstances, Felix might have interrupted his own work with a kiss, or run his hand through the other man's hair with a remark about how mussed it was. Instead, he just focuses on finishing up.
And there's the nickname again. Since when was he back to calling Dimitri that? Last time this Sylvain saw the prince was at the academy, when he insisted on saying 'Your Highness' despite Dimitri's protests. Even at the point where Felix is from, no one has called him 'Dima' anytime in recent memory. So what brought this on?
Felix flicks a sharp and cautious glance at Dimitri over Sylvain's head, but says nothing. He puts the first aid kit down once he's done and retreats back to his corner, although he leaves the cat in Sylvain's lap, where she mews with vague insistence that the petting should resume.]
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And there's the nickname again. Since when was he back to calling Dimitri that? Last time this Sylvain saw the prince was at the academy, when he insisted on saying 'Your Highness' despite Dimitri's protests. Even at the point where Felix is from, no one has called him 'Dima' anytime in recent memory. So what brought this on?
Felix flicks a sharp and cautious glance at Dimitri over Sylvain's head, but says nothing. He puts the first aid kit down once he's done and retreats back to his corner, although he leaves the cat in Sylvain's lap, where she mews with vague insistence that the petting should resume.]