[ Claude's expression flatlines a little, looking very much like he expects Sylvain to bean him in the face with a pie if he actually closes his eyes.
... Except Sylvain looks sincere. And he looks uncertain, and he's been unwell, so if he wants to play a game then Claude should play with him. It's how they've always been: two idiots cutting one another's IQ by half.
So he shifts on the couch, magnanimously facing Sylvain. ]
I dunno how much I'll be able you see like that, but whatever you say, big guy.
[ His heart is beating quick when he closes his eyes, but he keeps his expression neutral. This is just another day. ]
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... Except Sylvain looks sincere. And he looks uncertain, and he's been unwell, so if he wants to play a game then Claude should play with him. It's how they've always been: two idiots cutting one another's IQ by half.
So he shifts on the couch, magnanimously facing Sylvain. ]
I dunno how much I'll be able you see like that, but whatever you say, big guy.
[ His heart is beating quick when he closes his eyes, but he keeps his expression neutral. This is just another day. ]