[ out of habit, he flashes dorothea an easy grin - sylvain can't particularly relate to not liking food, not after being friends with ingrid for any length of time, but he's not here for his stomach; he's here for the company. it's actually not as hard sylvain thought it'd be to cut across the thick crowds in the streets, since for some reason they seemed to almost part in front of them like waves as they moved. dorothea's fame combined with the fact that sylvain wasn't exactly an unknown face after the liberation of enbarr proved to be giving them a certain kind of berth that he's not going to think too far into.
instead, he steers them towards a half-inside, half-outside dessert outfit at the beginning of one of the street's alleyways - it looked like it was just quiet enough and afforded just the right amount of privacy for them to actually talk. truth be told, there were several reasons behind his sudden appearance at the opera, and sylvain would prefer to actually fulfill these without being accosted by the adoring public. hers, not his.
there's a two-seater table under an awning that he brings them to, making a good show of pulling out a seat for her, though it's still a gamble whether he's taking chivalry seriously or making mischief out of it. ]
At least now I can say I make good on my promises. I mean, this isn't dinner, but I'm still taking the win.
[ and when she's seated, he'll sit across the table from her, relaxed and sitting improperly as usual. ]
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[ out of habit, he flashes dorothea an easy grin - sylvain can't particularly relate to not liking food, not after being friends with ingrid for any length of time, but he's not here for his stomach; he's here for the company. it's actually not as hard sylvain thought it'd be to cut across the thick crowds in the streets, since for some reason they seemed to almost part in front of them like waves as they moved. dorothea's fame combined with the fact that sylvain wasn't exactly an unknown face after the liberation of enbarr proved to be giving them a certain kind of berth that he's not going to think too far into.
instead, he steers them towards a half-inside, half-outside dessert outfit at the beginning of one of the street's alleyways - it looked like it was just quiet enough and afforded just the right amount of privacy for them to actually talk. truth be told, there were several reasons behind his sudden appearance at the opera, and sylvain would prefer to actually fulfill these without being accosted by the adoring public. hers, not his.
there's a two-seater table under an awning that he brings them to, making a good show of pulling out a seat for her, though it's still a gamble whether he's taking chivalry seriously or making mischief out of it. ]
At least now I can say I make good on my promises. I mean, this isn't dinner, but I'm still taking the win.
[ and when she's seated, he'll sit across the table from her, relaxed and sitting improperly as usual. ]