Sylvain grins, and settles in for his lesson, cheek leaned into his palm and eyes hooded. He's mostly paying attention. Thoughts of 'she's adorable when she's huffy' interject between memorizing types and regional differences. But he's well behaved (by Sylvain standards), and keeps it to himself. Unless you count when he occasionally chuckles through the lesson, or gives her a wink when she pauses to breathe.
"Of course I am, Professor," he chirps when she addresses his very obvious not-notetaking. Sylvain grins a little broader, and taps a finger to his temples. "I'm taking notes up here. Got it all written down: fire and water don't mix, fairies don't like iron- err, steel types? Yeah, steel. And poison is a type and not an assassin's tool."
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Sylvain grins, and settles in for his lesson, cheek leaned into his palm and eyes hooded. He's mostly paying attention. Thoughts of 'she's adorable when she's huffy' interject between memorizing types and regional differences. But he's well behaved (by Sylvain standards), and keeps it to himself. Unless you count when he occasionally chuckles through the lesson, or gives her a wink when she pauses to breathe.
"Of course I am, Professor," he chirps when she addresses his very obvious not-notetaking. Sylvain grins a little broader, and taps a finger to his temples. "I'm taking notes up here. Got it all written down: fire and water don't mix, fairies don't like iron- err, steel types? Yeah, steel. And poison is a type and not an assassin's tool."
See? He listened!