[Of course Felix follows. Not, like, right away; an empty bed means plenty of room to stretch, and so stretch he does, blinking away his drowsiness in the process—because he's been dozing for who knows how long, lulled into a half-conscious state by both Sylvain's warmth and the steady thrum of Sylvain's heart. It isn't like him to laze about, much less nap, but...
...Well. The moons in this world seemingly turn everything topsy-turvy, and Felix has... come to terms with it. Made his peace with it, because despite the stupid, stupid changes—his fluffy tail, his too-long ears, his overwhelming want—there are certainly worse fates, worse places to be.
After all, Sylvain is here, too.
It's the thought of Sylvain that ultimately spurs him to sit up, absentmindedly scratching around the base an ear as he takes in the distant roar of water and considers just how tangled his hair must be. ...Hmm. Best not to think about it; instead, Felix forces himself to his feet, hurriedly popping his back before crossing the room to quietly slip through the open door. Maybe some part of him is hoping for just a few seconds to admire Sylvain? To allow his eyes to drift down Sylvain's form, greedily soaking in every detail—but Sylvain holds out his arms and Felix can't help but to step into them, his fingers finding their way to that gloriously messy red hair of their own accord. Affection is easier, like this. Sylvain's lips against his skin send a shiver down his spine, but he smooth's Sylvain's hair back, leaning closer to press a kiss to his temple.]
Mm— [A quiet hum, before Felix presses another lingering kiss to (sweaty) skin.] Now you want to take a bath.
[How long have then been going at it, anyway? Who's keeping track.]
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...Well. The moons in this world seemingly turn everything topsy-turvy, and Felix has... come to terms with it. Made his peace with it, because despite the stupid, stupid changes—his fluffy tail, his too-long ears, his overwhelming want—there are certainly worse fates, worse places to be.
After all, Sylvain is here, too.
It's the thought of Sylvain that ultimately spurs him to sit up, absentmindedly scratching around the base an ear as he takes in the distant roar of water and considers just how tangled his hair must be. ...Hmm. Best not to think about it; instead, Felix forces himself to his feet, hurriedly popping his back before crossing the room to quietly slip through the open door. Maybe some part of him is hoping for just a few seconds to admire Sylvain? To allow his eyes to drift down Sylvain's form, greedily soaking in every detail—but Sylvain holds out his arms and Felix can't help but to step into them, his fingers finding their way to that gloriously messy red hair of their own accord. Affection is easier, like this. Sylvain's lips against his skin send a shiver down his spine, but he smooth's Sylvain's hair back, leaning closer to press a kiss to his temple.]
Mm— [A quiet hum, before Felix presses another lingering kiss to (sweaty) skin.] Now you want to take a bath.
[How long have then been going at it, anyway? Who's keeping track.]