Except when it comes to picking us Deer over the Lions, right? [Claude winks, then laughs.] I'm teasing, Teach. I know that doesn't mean you love me any less~. How could you, right?
I was gonna offer my own services if you needed them, since I've gotten pretty good at cutting my own hair, but then I remembered you've been off with the church on your own for a year or so. I guess you must've learned how to do it for yourself already, huh? [Really, Claude had just felt a pang of sympathy for Byleth at hearing the haircut is something left over from Captain Jeralt. His death had really hit Teach hard...Claude hasn't forgotten. And since Byleth hasn't cut his hair any differently since...Claude thinks maybe he's holding onto that small piece of his father. (Or maybe Byleth just likes his hair that way...or doesn't much care what his hair looks like and goes for the familiar. With Teach, it's hard to say.)
Either way, Claude's first thought had been to offer to step in, never have Byleth experience that extra little kick of desolation of not having his father there to cut his hair anymore...until he'd remembered he's roughly a year too late. Heck, Byleth might've had his hair cut during the war, even...Claude's really getting ahead of himself.
But he's always been fond of Teach, and he'd hoped for a second he could do something for him. Especially remembering that painful time after Jeralt's death, and seeing Byleth so downcast for so long...
He carefully doesn't bring any of this up. If mentioning Jeralt wasn't enough to sadden Byleth, then Claude's not going to invite any further opportunities.]
Oh, I can definitely do better than that. [Claude laces his fingers together, resting his chin on his folded hands and smiling like the world,s most evil cat.] I had to wear my school uniform to the ball. I can dress up here, you know.
[Like in the outfit he and Felix danced in, where he got Felix so worked up that he'd dragged Claude off for sex afterwards. Definitely the best moment of the masquerade.]
Dimitri will be thrilled to hear you say that~. Felix took the other side of that argument.
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I was gonna offer my own services if you needed them, since I've gotten pretty good at cutting my own hair, but then I remembered you've been off with the church on your own for a year or so. I guess you must've learned how to do it for yourself already, huh? [Really, Claude had just felt a pang of sympathy for Byleth at hearing the haircut is something left over from Captain Jeralt. His death had really hit Teach hard...Claude hasn't forgotten. And since Byleth hasn't cut his hair any differently since...Claude thinks maybe he's holding onto that small piece of his father. (Or maybe Byleth just likes his hair that way...or doesn't much care what his hair looks like and goes for the familiar. With Teach, it's hard to say.)
Either way, Claude's first thought had been to offer to step in, never have Byleth experience that extra little kick of desolation of not having his father there to cut his hair anymore...until he'd remembered he's roughly a year too late. Heck, Byleth might've had his hair cut during the war, even...Claude's really getting ahead of himself.
But he's always been fond of Teach, and he'd hoped for a second he could do something for him. Especially remembering that painful time after Jeralt's death, and seeing Byleth so downcast for so long...
He carefully doesn't bring any of this up. If mentioning Jeralt wasn't enough to sadden Byleth, then Claude's not going to invite any further opportunities.]
Oh, I can definitely do better than that. [Claude laces his fingers together, resting his chin on his folded hands and smiling like the world,s most evil cat.] I had to wear my school uniform to the ball. I can dress up here, you know.
[Like in the outfit he and Felix danced in, where he got Felix so worked up that he'd dragged Claude off for sex afterwards. Definitely the best moment of the masquerade.]
Dimitri will be thrilled to hear you say that~. Felix took the other side of that argument.