[Felix absolutely hates the way something warm swells up in his chest when his eyes pick up the words melodic little miracle. He knows Claude's just being his usual self, teasing him, making light of the situation that, in all honesty, should be taken lightly. Yet here he is, pursing his lips tightly, believing that'll somehow keep his cheeks from getting any pinker.
It's a good thing they're not making this exchange in person.]
Whatever. Just make sure you're ready when the time comes.
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It's a good thing they're not making this exchange in person.]
Whatever. Just make sure you're ready when the time comes.