[no is, of course, his knee-jerk response. no, he doesn't care if sylvain attempts to impress him; no, he doesn't care if he impresses sylvain—except that he does, on some level, which is why he presses his lips together in lieu of an actual response. he's always enjoyed the recognition that comes with doing something well—and there is a certain degree of satisfaction to be derived from seeing others do the same? which is doubled—if not tripled—when it comes to sylvain, for whatever reason. competency is so...
...well, you know. it's nice! that's it; that is all, because felix is certainly not giving any thought as to why the idea of sylvain specifically seeking (wanting?) his attention is so very enticing.
so really, sylvain tugging him forward is a blessing in disguise? like, how can felix think of anything when he's falling forward, sylvain's vision in one hand and sylvain's fingers wrapped about the wrist of the other? he cannot... but he can manage a sharp:]
Sylvain—
[so, like, pro: sylvain is surprisingly comfortable to land upon. con: sylvain is surprisingly comfortable to land upon. it's just... unfair? something felix('s bony self, sorry) is wholly unprepared for, hence the few seconds of shocked silence that follow. the heat all but radiating from sylvain, whose face is so very close to his own—he shouldn't like this! he should not! and yet some part of him does, which is why he feels color creep into his cheeks as he struggles to prop himself up.]
What are you playing at? I'm not staying like—like this.
[but here he is, anyway, only bracing his forearms atop sylvain's chest as opposed to going for a full-fledged fight. hmm! mysterious! don't @ him!]
sylVAIN count in this game: already at 2
...well, you know. it's nice! that's it; that is all, because felix is certainly not giving any thought as to why the idea of sylvain specifically seeking (wanting?) his attention is so very enticing.
so really, sylvain tugging him forward is a blessing in disguise? like, how can felix think of anything when he's falling forward, sylvain's vision in one hand and sylvain's fingers wrapped about the wrist of the other? he cannot... but he can manage a sharp:]
Sylvain—
[so, like, pro: sylvain is surprisingly comfortable to land upon. con: sylvain is surprisingly comfortable to land upon. it's just... unfair? something felix('s bony self, sorry) is wholly unprepared for, hence the few seconds of shocked silence that follow. the heat all but radiating from sylvain, whose face is so very close to his own—he shouldn't like this! he should not! and yet some part of him does, which is why he feels color creep into his cheeks as he struggles to prop himself up.]
What are you playing at? I'm not staying like—like this.
[but here he is, anyway, only bracing his forearms atop sylvain's chest as opposed to going for a full-fledged fight. hmm! mysterious! don't @ him!]