Well, now I'm curious what you think me 'behaving' looks like.
[ there had certainly been reputations attached to students at garreg mach, and sylvain hadn't had a particularly fantastic one in terms of being sensible and diplomatic. he'd like to think that's at least changed a little, but the mischievous side of him was one he'd never shake - he liked it far, far too much. what dimitri didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and even if he found out? he was much too busy to galavant over to gautier territory and slap him on the wrist. sylvain would take his chances.
and dorothea seems to bring that side out of him, he's coming to discover. sylvain certainly hasn't thieved anything from a party since, and maybe part of why he's drawn to her is that she coaxes out the parts of him that he likes instead of having to pretend - be someone he's not, say things he doesn't mean, constantly be guessing their intentions. it's so easy to be here with her, and that's something significant, he's discovered.
it's enough introspection to almost drag him into a reverie, but the street was too loud and busy to do much of any deep thinking - probably for the better, right? sylvain was only on leave in enbarr for a few days before he had to ride back for a faerghus council, so he should probably make the most of his time here. they were out for, what did dorothea mention? food stalls? and he did intend to treat her to something, so as he keeps her arm linked in his, brown eyes stay peeled for what he guesses she might like. ]
So, what are you feeling? Fried? Baked? Both?
[ though he pauses a moment as a stall catches his eye- ]
Elaborate dessert? That sounds like something celebrities would enjoy, right?
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[ there had certainly been reputations attached to students at garreg mach, and sylvain hadn't had a particularly fantastic one in terms of being sensible and diplomatic. he'd like to think that's at least changed a little, but the mischievous side of him was one he'd never shake - he liked it far, far too much. what dimitri didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and even if he found out? he was much too busy to galavant over to gautier territory and slap him on the wrist. sylvain would take his chances.
and dorothea seems to bring that side out of him, he's coming to discover. sylvain certainly hasn't thieved anything from a party since, and maybe part of why he's drawn to her is that she coaxes out the parts of him that he likes instead of having to pretend - be someone he's not, say things he doesn't mean, constantly be guessing their intentions. it's so easy to be here with her, and that's something significant, he's discovered.
it's enough introspection to almost drag him into a reverie, but the street was too loud and busy to do much of any deep thinking - probably for the better, right? sylvain was only on leave in enbarr for a few days before he had to ride back for a faerghus council, so he should probably make the most of his time here. they were out for, what did dorothea mention? food stalls? and he did intend to treat her to something, so as he keeps her arm linked in his, brown eyes stay peeled for what he guesses she might like. ]
So, what are you feeling? Fried? Baked? Both?
[ though he pauses a moment as a stall catches his eye- ]
Elaborate dessert? That sounds like something celebrities would enjoy, right?