Now Felix's face is getting red, too, and he's aware that it's silly because he's obviously heard much more intimate and mushy things from Sylvain before, but...there's something uniquely exciting about this strange situation. Sylvain's gleeful enthusiasm is highly contagious, apparently, but it's also embarrassing to be on the receiving end of it for the first time in months. He'd almost forgotten what it was like, this feeling of...hope and contentment, that even then he wasn't always entirely sure what to do with.
He averts his eyes from the screen, even as he can't banish his small, pleased smile. "All right, that's enough of that. I'm going as fast as I can. So we'll see who's sweeping who in a few hours."
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Felix ends up falling asleep and taking a nap for most of those hours, once the conversation meanders on from there. By the time he wakes up again, all of the side effects of warping so much are gone, and the sun is steadily sinking toward the horizon. Eventually, he recognizes the far end of Route 29 and urges Foudroyant to skim closer to the ground. His pulse is racing again, but this time it feels like the rush of adrenaline right before he charges into battle, all forward motion and certainty.
It's not hard to spot that bright mop of red hair, more brilliant than the sunset or the warmest hearthfire - at least, to Felix's eyes, and he's starting to think he's been hanging around Dimitri too long if he's thinking things like that - and before he can think much more about it, the Vikavolt is landing some ten feet away from Sylvain and Felix leaps down from its back.
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He averts his eyes from the screen, even as he can't banish his small, pleased smile. "All right, that's enough of that. I'm going as fast as I can. So we'll see who's sweeping who in a few hours."
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Felix ends up falling asleep and taking a nap for most of those hours, once the conversation meanders on from there. By the time he wakes up again, all of the side effects of warping so much are gone, and the sun is steadily sinking toward the horizon. Eventually, he recognizes the far end of Route 29 and urges Foudroyant to skim closer to the ground. His pulse is racing again, but this time it feels like the rush of adrenaline right before he charges into battle, all forward motion and certainty.
It's not hard to spot that bright mop of red hair, more brilliant than the sunset or the warmest hearthfire - at least, to Felix's eyes, and he's starting to think he's been hanging around Dimitri too long if he's thinking things like that - and before he can think much more about it, the Vikavolt is landing some ten feet away from Sylvain and Felix leaps down from its back.