[And which part of Claude's comparision to a rooster is Felix referring to? He won't say. Naturally. It's more of a self-preservation tactic than an attempt to frustrate Claude or amuse himself, really.]
...but I still think I'd prefer the rooster, at this point. You're gaining points, ju~st not enough to overtake it yet.
[Claude's close now and nudges him with his shoulder. It reminds him of whenever Sylvain, and his general disregard for personal space, does the same to him but at the same time it doesn't. Felix rumbles a light laugh at that, doesn't shrug him off or suck his teeth -- his typical response to the sort of gesture. His own blame lies on his supposed exhaustion and lack of energy.]
Good. You better not say anything, otherwise, I'd tell everyone about...
[With his hand, he makes a vague gesture to their surroundings.]
no subject
[And which part of Claude's comparision to a rooster is Felix referring to? He won't say. Naturally. It's more of a self-preservation tactic than an attempt to frustrate Claude or amuse himself, really.]
...but I still think I'd prefer the rooster, at this point. You're gaining points, ju~st not enough to overtake it yet.
[Claude's close now and nudges him with his shoulder. It reminds him of whenever Sylvain, and his general disregard for personal space, does the same to him but at the same time it doesn't. Felix rumbles a light laugh at that, doesn't shrug him off or suck his teeth -- his typical response to the sort of gesture. His own blame lies on his supposed exhaustion and lack of energy.]
Good. You better not say anything, otherwise, I'd tell everyone about...
[With his hand, he makes a vague gesture to their surroundings.]
...your spot.