[Felix folds his arms, eyeing Sylvain balefully from the side of the table he's lightly leaning against. With his stomach filled, it shouldn't be too troublesome for him to fall asleep and treat this day like it never happened. But Sylvain is looking at him... strangely. Does he suspect something? He likely does, Sylvain's always been the perceptive one, the guy who knows when one of them was about to crack, among others.
...Not that it's ever helped the aforementioned with his own problems.]
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[Felix folds his arms, eyeing Sylvain balefully from the side of the table he's lightly leaning against. With his stomach filled, it shouldn't be too troublesome for him to fall asleep and treat this day like it never happened. But Sylvain is looking at him... strangely. Does he suspect something? He likely does, Sylvain's always been the perceptive one, the guy who knows when one of them was about to crack, among others.
...Not that it's ever helped the aforementioned with his own problems.]