[Oh no. Oh no, he's angry, he's gone and wrecked everything all over again. The color drains from Dimitri's face entirely, only to come roaring back and set his cheeks ablaze once he notices Felix is red in the face.]
I was — I was still drowsy, I suppose, so I just... I mean, it is not as if I have anyone in my bed like that these days, so —
[Ah, his voice is a good half an octave higher than usual. Swallowing, Dimitri looks away, biting down on his lip to stop the endless stream of jumbled words spewing out of his mouth. When he looks to Felix again he's a little more composed, and he says softly:]
[It's easy enough to continue staring at Dimitri when he flusters like that and promptly looks away, even when he starts sputtering that embarrassing nonsense that has Felix flushing even further. But the intensity by which Felix shoots daggers at his target has him noticing some other things as he watches him like a hawk. Like how the morning sun brings to light the innocent glow of his face, the way his hair looks better when slightly mussed, and how Dimitri looks every bit the prince he pretends to be without bags decorating his eyes...
...Ahem. Now Dimitri is looking at him, and apologizing at that, looking a little sheepish about the whole damn mess. Felix catches himself, lowering his gaze as he hopes for some semblance of dignity to him as he huffs and shuffles to sit on his legs instead, his back to Dimitri's bed.]
Why are you apologizing? All I asked is why you did it.
[Which, well, Dimitri answered. Thank the goddess that today is a free day for them, though. Seiros help them if someone is sent up to call on them...]
Because you sounded rather angry about it. I did not intend to upset you.
[...but he sounds angry about everything these days, doesn't he? As if anger is all he knows. Dimitri just swore to pay better attention last night, honestly!
All right. Perhaps he wasn't angry. If not anger, then what? Was he just flustered? Or...]
[Felix keeps his gaze lowered, all the while hoping there is some method to keep himself from reddening this wildly. Why, oh why does Dimitri have to ask that awkward question, warranted as it is? Far from being upsetting, it was... too comfortable, to say the least of it. Warm like the now bygone days of summer and the past they shared...]
...It's time for breakfast, [Felix says, crawling towards where his bedroll is laid out. He begins to fold it in preparation for rolling it back into its compact form.] I'm going to freshen up before I head to the dining hall.
[Can't have Sylvain or Ingrid hounding after him with tiresome questions, after all.]
[Breakfast is already being served and most people have probably cleared out, but Dimitri won't correct him. It's still early enough in the morning, though it's rather late for someone that rises as early as Dimitri does.
Late enough for it to be noticed, and taking his recent injury into consideration, acted upon. There's a knock at Dimitri's door, Dedue's voice calling out.
"Are you feeling unwell, Your Highness? It is late."
Oh no. What does he say?! Dimitri looks to Felix, eyes wide. Truthfully, he doesn't mind if Dedue knows that Felix stayed over, but he's pretty damn sure Felix would mind.]
[Felix freezes in the middle of standing up, eyes equally wide when he stares at the door, blood running cold at the knowledge of what--or rather, who--lays beyond. Not at all desiring to be perceived despite Dedue's tendency towards silence and discretion, Felix rises as quietly as he can to his feet, grabbing his bedroll and his regular clothes from yesterday.]
Just say you overslept, [Felix hisses under his breath, daring to glance Dimitri's way just so he can hear him a little more clearly.]
I overslept. I will be down for breakfast shortly, [he manages with Felix's prompting, though his tone of voice is notably anxious. Naturally, Dedue picks up on it.
"There is no need. I brought your food, just in case. May I come in?"
Now what?!]
I am just getting dressed, please do not trouble yourself —
[Alas, Dimitri sounds off, and Dedue reads that as him potentially stretching his freshly healed scars trying to get his clothes on.
"Please do not injure yourself. I'm coming in."
The door swings open a moment later, Dimitri just kind of staring blankly at Dedue and then Felix, not sure what he's supposed to say.]
[Dimitri's terrible acting has Felix resisting the urge to facepalm amidst his rising panic and inability to find an exit strategy--
Then the inevitable comes, and no, he's not prepared to see Dedue quietly observing him after that damn dog gives Dimitri a once-over.]
I was just about to leave, [Felix says, chin in the air as he grips his belongings. Without a second look at Dimitri, he begins to walk across the room and past Dedue, hoping that Dedue won't be inclined to call him out on his unusual presence in this room.]
[As always, Dedue has discretion. He does fix Felix with a steely gaze, though, looking for all the world like a dog with its hackles raised. Felix is clearly important to Dimitri, but their estrangement has caused him a great deal of pain — it's a wound he would hate to see Felix patch up and then rip open again.
Though it's hard for him to actually get angry upon seeing the shy way Felix watches Dimitri scurrying out, and harder still when hearing the fondness in his voice.]
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I was — I was still drowsy, I suppose, so I just... I mean, it is not as if I have anyone in my bed like that these days, so —
[Ah, his voice is a good half an octave higher than usual. Swallowing, Dimitri looks away, biting down on his lip to stop the endless stream of jumbled words spewing out of his mouth. When he looks to Felix again he's a little more composed, and he says softly:]
I apologize. It was an old habit.
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...Ahem. Now Dimitri is looking at him, and apologizing at that, looking a little sheepish about the whole damn mess. Felix catches himself, lowering his gaze as he hopes for some semblance of dignity to him as he huffs and shuffles to sit on his legs instead, his back to Dimitri's bed.]
Why are you apologizing? All I asked is why you did it.
[Which, well, Dimitri answered. Thank the goddess that today is a free day for them, though. Seiros help them if someone is sent up to call on them...]
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[...but he sounds angry about everything these days, doesn't he? As if anger is all he knows. Dimitri just swore to pay better attention last night, honestly!
All right. Perhaps he wasn't angry. If not anger, then what? Was he just flustered? Or...]
...was it... not too upsetting?
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[Felix keeps his gaze lowered, all the while hoping there is some method to keep himself from reddening this wildly. Why, oh why does Dimitri have to ask that awkward question, warranted as it is? Far from being upsetting, it was... too comfortable, to say the least of it. Warm like the now bygone days of summer and the past they shared...]
...It's time for breakfast, [Felix says, crawling towards where his bedroll is laid out. He begins to fold it in preparation for rolling it back into its compact form.] I'm going to freshen up before I head to the dining hall.
[Can't have Sylvain or Ingrid hounding after him with tiresome questions, after all.]
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Late enough for it to be noticed, and taking his recent injury into consideration, acted upon. There's a knock at Dimitri's door, Dedue's voice calling out.
"Are you feeling unwell, Your Highness? It is late."
Oh no. What does he say?! Dimitri looks to Felix, eyes wide. Truthfully, he doesn't mind if Dedue knows that Felix stayed over, but he's pretty damn sure Felix would mind.]
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Just say you overslept, [Felix hisses under his breath, daring to glance Dimitri's way just so he can hear him a little more clearly.]
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"There is no need. I brought your food, just in case. May I come in?"
Now what?!]
I am just getting dressed, please do not trouble yourself —
[Alas, Dimitri sounds off, and Dedue reads that as him potentially stretching his freshly healed scars trying to get his clothes on.
"Please do not injure yourself. I'm coming in."
The door swings open a moment later, Dimitri just kind of staring blankly at Dedue and then Felix, not sure what he's supposed to say.]
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Then the inevitable comes, and no, he's not prepared to see Dedue quietly observing him after that damn dog gives Dimitri a once-over.]
I was just about to leave, [Felix says, chin in the air as he grips his belongings. Without a second look at Dimitri, he begins to walk across the room and past Dedue, hoping that Dedue won't be inclined to call him out on his unusual presence in this room.]
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Though it's hard for him to actually get angry upon seeing the shy way Felix watches Dimitri scurrying out, and harder still when hearing the fondness in his voice.]
See you later, Felix.