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[bestswordmaster]

Sylvain said I needed to record something to tell you to leave a message, even though if you're bothering to message me in the first place you already know what you're supposed to do, so this is pointless. So...leave a message, I guess. Maybe I'll get back to you. Maybe I won't.

[beep]

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[bestswordmaster]

[Flames, if Sylvain gets any softer, Felix thinks he might just die. He's so used to bottling up his emotions and shoving them back behind walls that having Sylvain smash those walls down like this is overwhelming. He's got to pull it together.

It gets easier once Sylvain asks his question. Felix did promise not to laugh, but he didn't promise not to smile in relieved amusement.]

Yes, Sylvain. We're...official. And you are my fool, but obviously I'm yours as well.

[gautsome]

Okay. Your fool. Foolish fools together. Got it.

[Since he's still hovering in Felix's face, this seems like the opportune time to steal a kiss. It's... pretty timid, actually -- soft and fleeting. When he pulls back, though, he's wearing a sweet smile. Most of all, he seems relieved.]

You're perfect, Felix. Just like this.

[bestswordmaster]

[Felix returns the kiss in kind, even if he does wish it had lasted longer. He's...better at expressing himself with actions than words, and he's swiftly approaching the threshold of too many words.

...and then Sylvain pushes him right over that threshold with this...this obviously untrue statement that nonetheless he must believe, if he's saying it. Especially saying it like that. It takes a few seconds for Felix to find his voice; when he does, it's soft despite the words.]

Shut up. You can't just say things like that. No more talking. Kiss me instead.

[gautsome]

[Sylvain laughs, soft though it sounds. His thumb sweeps over Felix's cheek once more, not quite moving in for the kiss. He spends some time studying the man. His best friend. His boyfriend. A crooked smile lingers on Sylvain's face, complemented delightfully by the flush of his cheeks.]

Okay, okay. [He closes the distance between them once more, mouth gentle against Felix's. He pours every ounce of adoration into the kiss, hoping that Felix understands that he's not just saying it. He loves Felix, and he does think he's perfect.]