[ As if he has any real fear of Sylvain following through on that threat Claude leans forward to place one hand over his cup of tea and the other over the teapot. That only lasts for so long since it's a good reminder to pour some for them both, finally, what with the chess board having completely distracted him upon coming out here. And, of course, Sylvain counts as several distractions all on his own. ]
I meant it as a compliment! [ If it sounds like he's barely restraining a laugh, it's because he is when he knows that's not going to help the case whatsoever - even if was partially true. ] Nothing wrong with showing your father up in the process. Gods know Lorenz's father desperately needed it more often than not.
[ He's only a little bitter about that after all this time. It'd worked out in the end though some deliberate manipulation, but there's a level of truth to it that it wouldn't have worked out without Lorenz's support in the end. A world away, at this point, and also tied too much to the rest of what Claude doesn't want to think about.
What's better is casting a glance to the board, moving another piece as if on impulse, and then picking up his tea. The scent alone again brings another wide smile to his face though before taking a drink he pauses to look at Sylvain. ]
Kind of feels like we should both take a sip at the same time. I think that's how this works, right?
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[ As if he has any real fear of Sylvain following through on that threat Claude leans forward to place one hand over his cup of tea and the other over the teapot. That only lasts for so long since it's a good reminder to pour some for them both, finally, what with the chess board having completely distracted him upon coming out here. And, of course, Sylvain counts as several distractions all on his own. ]
I meant it as a compliment! [ If it sounds like he's barely restraining a laugh, it's because he is when he knows that's not going to help the case whatsoever - even if was partially true. ] Nothing wrong with showing your father up in the process. Gods know Lorenz's father desperately needed it more often than not.
[ He's only a little bitter about that after all this time. It'd worked out in the end though some deliberate manipulation, but there's a level of truth to it that it wouldn't have worked out without Lorenz's support in the end. A world away, at this point, and also tied too much to the rest of what Claude doesn't want to think about.
What's better is casting a glance to the board, moving another piece as if on impulse, and then picking up his tea. The scent alone again brings another wide smile to his face though before taking a drink he pauses to look at Sylvain. ]
Kind of feels like we should both take a sip at the same time. I think that's how this works, right?