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Sylvain Jose Gautier ⬤ FE:3H
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[crestfallenfor]

Of course I am.

[He's hurt! Hurt!! That Lorenz thinks he wouldn't be earnest about this!

...Okay, it's really not that much of a stretch to think he wouldn't be, so he does let his voice pitch to something a little more serious.]

Lorenz, I really would enjoy taking you on a proper date, believe me. You're gorgeous, and good company, I'm not so foolish that I can't see that.

[And with the date auction as a pretense, he wouldn't have to ~break his heart~ afterwards. Not that he actually thinks Lorenz is that fragile.]

[hotproblems]

[...Seriously though is this an elaborate prank..... Of course he's gorgeous and good company, but that only proves Sylvain has working eyes. Hmph.]

And yet you are fool enough to try... whatever it is you're doing.

[Classic Sylvain moves (tm)? Maybe so.]

Are you going to tell me next that you remember some nonsense about me being part of your house at the monastery? We are not old friends, Sylvain.

[crestfallenfor]

[...Maybe a little prank. A baby prank. In so much as Lorenz's suspicion is doing 100% of the work, here.

He does have working eyes, though, it's true.]

And yet I am fool enough to try to win your company for an evening, yes.

[Kind of. Casually attempt to win, anyway.]

I am not. I... am aware of the discrepancies in some of our memories, but you did not join the Blue Lions in mine. And if I did not join the Golden Deer or, worse, the Black Eagles in yours, then I have all the more reason to... hm... perhaps... offer the sort of friendship that we should have had, back at the monastery.

[What wonders some... weird kind of self-respect(?) respect-of-alternate-self(?) can do for the impression of someone.]

[hotproblems]

[Hmm... It would be petty of him to refuse a simple friendship on the grounds of "you pissed me off so much at school," wouldn't it? Cannot believe propriety has finally failed him. This is a tragedy.]

Regardless of whatever designs on civility you may have, there will be no "company for an evening." I want that to be perfectly clear.

[He can agree to step one: be civil in public, but he can do only so many impossible things in one day, so that is the limit.]

We have never seen eye to eye. Frankly, I don't anticipate that will change. But I am not one to refuse an earnest overture of... friendship.