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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.

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[bestswordmaster]

[Felix sort of hates the fact that after he spends maybe twenty minutes getting salt water all over Sylvain's shirt, he actually does feel a little better. He sits up and takes a deep breath, wipes his face one last time, before he picks the little bag back up and pulls out the rest of what's inside.

His smile is softer than he'd allow in front of other people when he sees the assortment of disks--every one of them is something he's mentioned offhand or pondered aloud at some point while chatting with Sylvain about his battle strategies and where his team still has gaps. ...which means Sylvain remembered everything he said.

The hat confuses him until he pulls it all the way out and he can see its resemblance to Inda's leaves. His smile turns into a quiet snort seeing that and the cologne with its note. Sylvain is ridiculous. And Felix must be just as ridiculous, because he opens the box and then the bottle to spray just a little on the beret before putting it on.]

I feel absurd. I hope you appreciate what I'm doing putting my dignity through for you right now, Sylvain.

[Finally, he pulls out the final item in the bag. It takes him a minute to really understand what he's looking at, but once he does, he stares at it in something like awe. How did Sylvain even do this? He runs his thumb over the front, then turns it over and can't stop that stupid smile from coming back. He looks up at Inda.]

You're my favorite people, too. Thank you.