[One thing that Felix still has to do each day? Take his dogs out for walks. They're growing nicely but they need the chance to run around for a bit. So he takes them outside and to walk around the hotel. Sylvain though? He loves to run ahead much to the irritation of his dark haired owner.
Which he's done today while Dimitri stays close to him. Sighing, he doesn't notice that his red haired dog has become distracted by a certain red head he's named after around the corner.]
Sylvain! Come here!
[The puppy looks over his shoulder then trots around the corner...]
[Sylvain had been trying his best to learn the layout of the hotel and get a feel for what was 'normal' around here since everything seemed completely insane. Being outside, he's decided, is the absolute worst. There are fires, there's an orange sky, it's shit. It's like Ailell. Terrible.
He's making his way back inside when two things happen, a random dog shows up and he distinctly hears his name. More specifically, he hears Felix calling his name.
Poking his head around the corner, he's surprised to see his friend outside, more surprised to spot yet another dog. He's not sure how these poor guys aren't baking out here.]
S'up? What'd you want? [He had to assume Felix had spotted him at some point and maybe was calling him over to... look at the dogs or something?]
[His eyes get wide when not only does his dog come back to him but also his namesake pops his head around the corner. For a moment he freezes with two puppies at his feet, just a few months old.
He's been caught.
Puppy Sylvain sits on Felix's foot and leans against him, looking thrilled to just exist there. Puppy Dimitri growls at Sylvain even as he wags his tail, thrilled to see another person here.
[Sylvain's amber eyes follow the dog as he trots over to Felix and sits on his foot, leaning against him and looking happily up at him, tongue lolling out. The other dog looks excited but is growling?
He gives Felix a smile as he tugs another button of his shirt open, feeling the prickle of perspiration across his forehead.]
Looking around. Seeing if there was anything out here. It's so hot though.
[He pauses, looking at the dogs, about to ask the obvious.] They yours?
[Felix doesn't tend to read a lot but he's definitely read a filthy novel or two. And Sylvain is the very picture of one of the strong male protagonists from it. Unbuttoning his shirt and glistening with sweat...]
You can't handle the heat, you idiot.
[Honestly he can't either. But the dogs have to piss somewhere.]
[Meanwhile, Sylvain is legitimately uncomfortable and growing increasingly miserable from the heat. His head is stuffy and the air feels too hot to breathe. Sexy is definitely the furthest thing from what he's actually feeling.]
Yeah, I didn't realize it'd be so hot out here.
[He hesitates for a moment almost looking like he's about to say something, but ends up nodding and heading inside. He knows Felix. He knows he's good at disappearing when he doesn't want to be found. The jerk better come inside when he's done and not sneak around and avoid him.
Honestly though, the second he steps inside, he starts to feel better. He feels an immediate relief from the stifling heat.]
[He hates how hot it is out here but waits for Sylvain to go inside before finishing up with the puppies. For a moment he considers taking another way in to avoid having to have this talk. But, no. Sylvain is going to find out eventually.
Sighing, he calls for his dogs and heads inside, shedding his coat as he goes to show off the scars on his arms. Fanning himself, he looks around until he sees the redhead then comes over to frown at him. His dogs are right at his heels.]
What? Afraid I'd melt and you'd never see me again? [He cracks a smile, knowing the joke is terrible.] Or maybe spontaneously burst into flames? I know I'm hot, but that's just ridiculous, Felix.
[He's not entirely sure how to act around his friend at this point. They'd kissed... and more. Obviously, that meant smiles and stupid jokes. The same way he dealt with everything.]
Anyway, I was just looking around. I won't make that mistake again. Promise. [He gives him a wink.] You gonna tell me why you've got two dogs following you around?
[He rolls his eyes which says what he thinks of those comments.] You were probably more worried about me vanishing instead.
[Glancing down at the animals he watches as puppy Sylvain flops against his foot again. Puppy Dimitri is growling again. So like the boar. He looks back up at the red head.]
They're mine. The demons were going to kill them and I took them in.
Kirk maybe hit the door of Sylvain's room harder than necessary, but he had managed to work himself up just a touch on his way over when he had suddenly remembered that he owed Sylvain a certain conversation after another certain conversation, and he remembered the terrible anxiety of that day when he had just been trying to enjoy a carnival that had, of course, gone incredibly sour.
He stepped back from the door, hand on his hip as he waited. Sylvain had better be here (though to be fair he should have texted him first, but why give away the element of surprise?).
The loud banging at the door startles Sylvain, nearly causing him to drop the plate he's washing. He's still in the habit of pitching in with any and every chore and being in Hell hasn't changed that much.
A bit of soap suds still in his hair, he pulls the door open, not sure what to expect.
"Oh, hey!" He answers with a grin when he spots Kirk and then pales a little, "Uh... don't tell me things didn't go well, man...."
"I mean, they could have gone better if we weren't shoved into a tiny iron bar cage at the time, but they went fine," he waved his hand, because that wasn't what he was here for.
He stepped past Sylvain and into the room, looking relaxed and not really keyed for a fight, despite his banging.
"But thank you for the anxiety-ridden build up to it."
"Sorry! I told you it was a good thing! ... probably a good thing," Sylvain grins, a practiced, winning smile as if that's going to get him out of trouble somehow. It worked... sometimes.
"I'm glad things went well though. And we're... good? Right?"
Which was Sylvain's only clue as Kirk turned sharply, digging his fist into the warrior's stomach. It wasn't the hardest punch he had ever thrown, but it wasn't soft either. It was certainly aimed at knocking some of the wind out of at least one of Sylvain's lungs and making him catch his breath. That was the aim, anyways. He wasn't going to be to bothered over the exact effectiveness - he just wanted the shot in.
Kirk's punch definitely does as intended and it catches Sylvain completely offguard who ends up stumbled back a bit as he doubles over and coughs.
"Ow!" Honestly, there isn't really much pain, he's out of breath and very intent on playing it up, "What was that for!?! All I did was ask if you and Fe had talked and then... tried to keep my mouth shut and let you know it was a good thing... probably."
He pouts dramatically but he knows exactly what he'd done and he really couldn't blame Kirk for his desire for a bit of revenge.
Kirk knew he hadn't hit Sylvain that hard, and he had aimed properly, but he didn't call Sylvain out for his theatrics. It felt good, at least, giving Sylvain a little of the abdominal pain he had suffered for the better part of several days until he saw Felix again.
"That was for a poor choice of words," he came closer and reached out, flicking Sylvain's forehead gently. "And since we're even now - we can talk about us."
"Poor choice of words?!" Ah, if that wasn't the story of his life.
He coughs again, still making a bit of a show, though whether the show is for him or for Kirk is unclear. It is most definitely an act though and Sylvain perks up and tilts his head a little when Kirk brings up 'them'.
"Okay. You wanna talk here? Go for a walk and chat? Chat over drinks? I'm good with whatever you're good with."
[Settling into this new life of having two boyfriends living with him has been...shockingly easy. Felix isn't sure how this happened but he's stopped questioning it. Because it's nice and he actually really enjoys this.
Enjoys everything except when Sylvain's beard starts coming in and he rubs his face on his neck. It's scratchy and he hates how it feels. So he shoves at his face with a bit of a growl from where they're sitting on the couch together.]
[One thing had kind of led to another and, honestly, Sylvain had just let shaving slide for a few days. It never even crossed his mind that his face might be a bit scratchy as he nuzzled against Felix's neck. As usual, he doesn't put up a fight or even complain as his face is shoved away, breaking into a grin before running his fingers over his chin.]
Hmm, I would, but I don't have a razor here... What if I'm just really careful? [He leans in as he asks, pursing his lips ridiculously so that only his lips and not his face brush Felix's.]
[Sylvain makes a quiet noise, half whine, half grumble, when Felix not only shoves him but gets up. It seems his pouting isn't getting him anywhere either.
He blinks at the command but slowly gets up, far too curious (and, well, needy) to simply ignore Felix.]
My shirt? [Despite the question, he's already slowly unbuttoning it, shrugging it off and tossing it aside as he moves to stand next to the chair, looking off in the direction Felix had disappeared in.]
[When Felix comes back he's go a bowl with water, a towel, and some foam for shaving. Seeing that Sylvain isn't sitting yet, he sets the things on the table then pulls a very sharp looking knife out from his belt.
[Sylvain initially looks confused at the things Felix brings with him and even when he sees the foam and knife, he's still not sure if Felix is going to stand over him and make him shave right there.
His questions immediately don't matter when Felix once again demands he sit. And this time, he sinks down onto the chair without a word.]
Looks like you have everything but I'll need a mirror, Fe...
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Back at the hotel while everyone is in Stepford land...
Which he's done today while Dimitri stays close to him. Sighing, he doesn't notice that his red haired dog has become distracted by a certain red head he's named after around the corner.]
Sylvain! Come here!
[The puppy looks over his shoulder then trots around the corner...]
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He's making his way back inside when two things happen, a random dog shows up and he distinctly hears his name. More specifically, he hears Felix calling his name.
Poking his head around the corner, he's surprised to see his friend outside, more surprised to spot yet another dog. He's not sure how these poor guys aren't baking out here.]
S'up? What'd you want? [He had to assume Felix had spotted him at some point and maybe was calling him over to... look at the dogs or something?]
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He's been caught.
Puppy Sylvain sits on Felix's foot and leans against him, looking thrilled to just exist there. Puppy Dimitri growls at Sylvain even as he wags his tail, thrilled to see another person here.
Felix still hasn't moved.]
What are you doing outside?
[Why didn't he leave like the last time?]
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He gives Felix a smile as he tugs another button of his shirt open, feeling the prickle of perspiration across his forehead.]
Looking around. Seeing if there was anything out here. It's so hot though.
[He pauses, looking at the dogs, about to ask the obvious.] They yours?
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You can't handle the heat, you idiot.
[Honestly he can't either. But the dogs have to piss somewhere.]
Go inside. They're almost done.
[...basically yes. They're his.]
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Yeah, I didn't realize it'd be so hot out here.
[He hesitates for a moment almost looking like he's about to say something, but ends up nodding and heading inside. He knows Felix. He knows he's good at disappearing when he doesn't want to be found. The jerk better come inside when he's done and not sneak around and avoid him.
Honestly though, the second he steps inside, he starts to feel better. He feels an immediate relief from the stifling heat.]
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Sighing, he calls for his dogs and heads inside, shedding his coat as he goes to show off the scars on his arms. Fanning himself, he looks around until he sees the redhead then comes over to frown at him. His dogs are right at his heels.]
How long were you out there? That was stupid.
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[He's not entirely sure how to act around his friend at this point. They'd kissed... and more. Obviously, that meant smiles and stupid jokes. The same way he dealt with everything.]
Anyway, I was just looking around. I won't make that mistake again. Promise. [He gives him a wink.] You gonna tell me why you've got two dogs following you around?
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[Glancing down at the animals he watches as puppy Sylvain flops against his foot again. Puppy Dimitri is growling again. So like the boar. He looks back up at the red head.]
They're mine. The demons were going to kill them and I took them in.
[Well, that's the easy part of this...]
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After Felix's confession and before he goes off into the woods
Kirk maybe hit the door of Sylvain's room harder than necessary, but he had managed to work himself up just a touch on his way over when he had suddenly remembered that he owed Sylvain a certain conversation after another certain conversation, and he remembered the terrible anxiety of that day when he had just been trying to enjoy a carnival that had, of course, gone incredibly sour.
He stepped back from the door, hand on his hip as he waited. Sylvain had better be here (though to be fair he should have texted him first, but why give away the element of surprise?).
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A bit of soap suds still in his hair, he pulls the door open, not sure what to expect.
"Oh, hey!" He answers with a grin when he spots Kirk and then pales a little, "Uh... don't tell me things didn't go well, man...."
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He stepped past Sylvain and into the room, looking relaxed and not really keyed for a fight, despite his banging.
"But thank you for the anxiety-ridden build up to it."
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"I'm glad things went well though. And we're... good? Right?"
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Which was Sylvain's only clue as Kirk turned sharply, digging his fist into the warrior's stomach. It wasn't the hardest punch he had ever thrown, but it wasn't soft either. It was certainly aimed at knocking some of the wind out of at least one of Sylvain's lungs and making him catch his breath. That was the aim, anyways. He wasn't going to be to bothered over the exact effectiveness - he just wanted the shot in.
"There. Now we're good."
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"Ow!" Honestly, there isn't really much pain, he's out of breath and very intent on playing it up, "What was that for!?! All I did was ask if you and Fe had talked and then... tried to keep my mouth shut and let you know it was a good thing... probably."
He pouts dramatically but he knows exactly what he'd done and he really couldn't blame Kirk for his desire for a bit of revenge.
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"That was for a poor choice of words," he came closer and reached out, flicking Sylvain's forehead gently. "And since we're even now - we can talk about us."
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He coughs again, still making a bit of a show, though whether the show is for him or for Kirk is unclear. It is most definitely an act though and Sylvain perks up and tilts his head a little when Kirk brings up 'them'.
"Okay. You wanna talk here? Go for a walk and chat? Chat over drinks? I'm good with whatever you're good with."
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Enjoys everything except when Sylvain's beard starts coming in and he rubs his face on his neck. It's scratchy and he hates how it feels. So he shoves at his face with a bit of a growl from where they're sitting on the couch together.]
Stop that. Go shave or something.
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Hmm, I would, but I don't have a razor here... What if I'm just really careful? [He leans in as he asks, pursing his lips ridiculously so that only his lips and not his face brush Felix's.]
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No. You have to shave before you can get your face near me again.
[Because that beard is scratchy and he hates it.]
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Fe... [He knows whining won't get him anywhere with Felix but he tries anyway.]
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Take your shirt off and sit.
[Then he stomps out of the room so he can go get what he needs, damn it.]
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He blinks at the command but slowly gets up, far too curious (and, well, needy) to simply ignore Felix.]
My shirt? [Despite the question, he's already slowly unbuttoning it, shrugging it off and tossing it aside as he moves to stand next to the chair, looking off in the direction Felix had disappeared in.]
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And points at the chair.]
I said sit.
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His questions immediately don't matter when Felix once again demands he sit. And this time, he sinks down onto the chair without a word.]
Looks like you have everything but I'll need a mirror, Fe...
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