[oops. Olivine doesn't even have the decency to look sheepish at that revelation, especially when he's fully aware that Sylvain is going to get him right back.
his head tilts slightly as the redhead moves, watching him move to... the table across the way. and the bucket with a bottle of wine just poking out of it. which, he reasons, is probably chilled.]
I'm already sitting on the bed, you might need to be more specific, Sylvain.
[the nickname makes him feel a little warm and fuzzy, for some reason. probably just because the only people who call him by nicknames are friends, but still. unsure exactly what Sylvain intends, he finds himself a little excited, more than a little curious. settling back a little on his arms, the priest shifts his weight, putting himself neatly on display again. rude, really.]
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[oops. Olivine doesn't even have the decency to look sheepish at that revelation, especially when he's fully aware that Sylvain is going to get him right back.
his head tilts slightly as the redhead moves, watching him move to... the table across the way. and the bucket with a bottle of wine just poking out of it. which, he reasons, is probably chilled.]
I'm already sitting on the bed, you might need to be more specific, Sylvain.
[the nickname makes him feel a little warm and fuzzy, for some reason. probably just because the only people who call him by nicknames are friends, but still. unsure exactly what Sylvain intends, he finds himself a little excited, more than a little curious. settling back a little on his arms, the priest shifts his weight, putting himself neatly on display again. rude, really.]