You're in one of the starter rooms. You get to have a private bed in a suite you share with others after you've been here a month.
[He's grateful for the subject change. It keeps him from having to deal with what he's told Sylvain. Just like how he doesn't deal with the death of his father. Or anything else really.
It's a bad habit. He knows it. But he's still doing it.]
I haven't done anything with it really so it'll look like whatever room they give you when you leave the starter room.
Right. Gotchya. So, I shouldn't get too comfortable?
[Despite having a longer stride than Felix, he doesn't ever quite catch up to him, meandering along behind him. It keeps either of them from having to deal with making eye contact. It felt like he had a ton on his mind, Felix's pets, Glenn, Miklan (unfortunately), and the still pressing, constant thoughts of the other day in the shower room.]
Someone else shares my room but I haven't actually seen them yet... Kind of weird, right?
[He nods about Felix's room, unsurprised. Again, it makes him think back to the monastery. Both of their rooms had looked practically untouched save for Felix sticking extra swords all over the place in his room.]
Not like it's that easy to when you have to sleep in the same room as another person you don't know.
[He's not going to make commentary on Sylvain's flirtatious behavior nor how he's been on dates and likely brought girls back to his room before. He doesn't want to think about it because it makes him mad. And he doesn't want to think about what that might mean. He probably should deal with this but he's just...not.]
They might just not want to show up at the room. Some people keep obnoxious hours.
[Like how no one fucking slept ever when he first arrived.]
I dunno. I think, a person to get used to pretty much anything. Even sharing a room with a stranger.
[Such an ordeal. Of all the things Sylvain could make fun of Felix for, that one just didn't seem worth riling him up over. At least not more than he already had. Sylvain honestly didn't mind sharing a bedroom. It really wouldn't have made much difference to him if he was told to get settled because that was his room.]
Maybe.
[The hours he kept probably weren't much better...]
[He's not even sure why he knows that. Time feels so different here. He does know that his birthday has come and gone. Not that anyone knows that. He's never told anyone that his birthday lines up a little with the calendar here.]
This way.
[He turns down a hallway. They're almost to the room he stays in now.]
[There's a genuine gravity in his tone. Six months might not feel like that long under normal circumstances but Sylvain had only just gotten a taste of what this place served up and that was enough to know that six months is practically a lifetime.
He tilts his head slightly. Since he's following along behind Felix anyway, he can use the moment to see if he can spot any other notable changes in him. The pets, the scars... he can't help but wonder if there's more.]
[Felix stops by the door then opens it for the dogs first who immediately run to his room. He nods for Sylvain to follow him and then heads in to go open his bedroom. The cats are both on the bed, just waking up from the commotion of the dogs and the two men coming in. Ingrid immediately scolds them for it. Glenn pointedly turns around and presents his back to them.]
[He pulls the sword off of his hip and sets it down next to the other on the dresser. Going to the bed, he gives the kittens a scratch each before looking over his shoulder.]
Don't just stand there. The dogs will get out.
[That's an invite to come inside and close the door, okay.]
[Ingrid seems to take offense to that so Sylvain sticks his tongue out at her. He glances up in silent surprise at the little laugh. It's been a while. He's missed it.] I mean, they're cute enough... when they can run around outside and hunt mice.
I heard there were horses here though. Maybe I'll make a friend.
[Felix snorts again but honestly there's a fondness to it. Because he wants Sylvain to have the chance to ride again. It's what he knows Sylvain enjoys and is good at.]
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[He's grateful for the subject change. It keeps him from having to deal with what he's told Sylvain. Just like how he doesn't deal with the death of his father. Or anything else really.
It's a bad habit. He knows it. But he's still doing it.]
I haven't done anything with it really so it'll look like whatever room they give you when you leave the starter room.
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[Despite having a longer stride than Felix, he doesn't ever quite catch up to him, meandering along behind him. It keeps either of them from having to deal with making eye contact. It felt like he had a ton on his mind, Felix's pets, Glenn, Miklan (unfortunately), and the still pressing, constant thoughts of the other day in the shower room.]
Someone else shares my room but I haven't actually seen them yet... Kind of weird, right?
[He nods about Felix's room, unsurprised. Again, it makes him think back to the monastery. Both of their rooms had looked practically untouched save for Felix sticking extra swords all over the place in his room.]
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[He's not going to make commentary on Sylvain's flirtatious behavior nor how he's been on dates and likely brought girls back to his room before. He doesn't want to think about it because it makes him mad. And he doesn't want to think about what that might mean. He probably should deal with this but he's just...not.]
They might just not want to show up at the room. Some people keep obnoxious hours.
[Like how no one fucking slept ever when he first arrived.]
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[Such an ordeal. Of all the things Sylvain could make fun of Felix for, that one just didn't seem worth riling him up over. At least not more than he already had. Sylvain honestly didn't mind sharing a bedroom. It really wouldn't have made much difference to him if he was told to get settled because that was his room.]
Maybe.
[The hours he kept probably weren't much better...]
Hey, Fe... How long've you been here?
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[He's not even sure why he knows that. Time feels so different here. He does know that his birthday has come and gone. Not that anyone knows that. He's never told anyone that his birthday lines up a little with the calendar here.]
This way.
[He turns down a hallway. They're almost to the room he stays in now.]
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[There's a genuine gravity in his tone. Six months might not feel like that long under normal circumstances but Sylvain had only just gotten a taste of what this place served up and that was enough to know that six months is practically a lifetime.
He tilts his head slightly. Since he's following along behind Felix anyway, he can use the moment to see if he can spot any other notable changes in him. The pets, the scars... he can't help but wonder if there's more.]
This isn't too far from the temporary rooms...
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[Felix stops by the door then opens it for the dogs first who immediately run to his room. He nods for Sylvain to follow him and then heads in to go open his bedroom. The cats are both on the bed, just waking up from the commotion of the dogs and the two men coming in. Ingrid immediately scolds them for it. Glenn pointedly turns around and presents his back to them.]
That one is Ingrid. That one is Glenn.
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[He worries on his lip until Felix happens to glance his way and then offers him an easy smile.]
A little crowded in here, isn't it? [It's just a bit of light teasing.
He doesn't immediately follow the dogs and Felix into his room, leaning against the door frame casually instead.]
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[He pulls the sword off of his hip and sets it down next to the other on the dresser. Going to the bed, he gives the kittens a scratch each before looking over his shoulder.]
Don't just stand there. The dogs will get out.
[That's an invite to come inside and close the door, okay.]
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... And a pretty big audience of animals named after their friends, himself and Felix's dead brother.
Totally not weird.
Sylvain glances around before going to lean against a dresser, looking convincingly casual as he idly watches Felix.]
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[And Felix is terrible with it. No surprise there considering he and Sylvain were born and raised in the coldest climates.]
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[He grins, chuckling softly.]
If I ever talk about taking care of a dog around here, do me a favor and remind me I'd have to go outside.
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[As if on cue, Ingrid travels along the furniture to go sniff at Sylvain. Only to bop him with her paw before sticking her nose up and walking away.
Felix lets out the smallest snort. It might even be considered a laugh.]
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[Ingrid seems to take offense to that so Sylvain sticks his tongue out at her. He glances up in silent surprise at the little laugh. It's been a while. He's missed it.] I mean, they're cute enough... when they can run around outside and hunt mice.
I heard there were horses here though. Maybe I'll make a friend.
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[His cats know where to pee, damn it.]
You would want to make a friend with a horse.
[Felix snorts again but honestly there's a fondness to it. Because he wants Sylvain to have the chance to ride again. It's what he knows Sylvain enjoys and is good at.]