It was not my intent to patronize! Quite the opposite in fact: I meant to praise you for being such a worthy opponent.
( But then Felix pushes up onto his elbows and brings them that bit closer, which ... ah, makes it a easier for Ferdinand to see just how pink his sparring partner has become as a result of their exertion. The fact that it looks terribly becoming on him is neither here nor there — but it's that moment of consideration that snaps the redhead out of it and pulls him back into the moment. )
Ah—! Please, forgive me my absentmindedness.
( Unaware that his own cheeks have now flushed pink (a pink which quite clearly has very little to do with their sparring session), Ferdinand moves quickly to his feet before offering a hand to help pull Felix up. It brings them close again — it seems he misjudged the amount of force it would take to get the other man onto his feet — but he just chuckles warmly before taking a polite step back. )
Shall we break for tea? I've managed to get my hands on a new blend from Almyra that I've been so looking forward to trying.
[This is just...the worst. While they're not quite fumbling, at least not physically, it's still so very tense and awkward between them, and Felix hates it when things become that way. He's just not used to it -- most instances, he'd prefer to avoid them at all costs. But he's not foolish enough to believe he'd always be successful in that endeavor.
Felix pulls himself nimbly to his feet, almost instantly aware of their proximity once he stands and he's careful to take a step back away from Ferdinand. Just to be sure. He's frowning and rubbing at the back of his (now sweaty) nape when Ferdinand invites him to tea.]
Isn't it too hot?
[He blurts that part out. Completely unintentional.]
For tea, that is.
[But he does like those Almyran teas. So bitter and strong...]
But whatever, as long as I don't have to set anything up...
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Sorry for the slow reply - holiday things!
It was not my intent to patronize! Quite the opposite in fact: I meant to praise you for being such a worthy opponent.
( But then Felix pushes up onto his elbows and brings them that bit closer, which ... ah, makes it a easier for Ferdinand to see just how pink his sparring partner has become as a result of their exertion. The fact that it looks terribly becoming on him is neither here nor there — but it's that moment of consideration that snaps the redhead out of it and pulls him back into the moment. )
Ah—! Please, forgive me my absentmindedness.
( Unaware that his own cheeks have now flushed pink (a pink which quite clearly has very little to do with their sparring session), Ferdinand moves quickly to his feet before offering a hand to help pull Felix up. It brings them close again — it seems he misjudged the amount of force it would take to get the other man onto his feet — but he just chuckles warmly before taking a polite step back. )
Shall we break for tea? I've managed to get my hands on a new blend from Almyra that I've been so looking forward to trying.
no worries! 😌
Felix pulls himself nimbly to his feet, almost instantly aware of their proximity once he stands and he's careful to take a step back away from Ferdinand. Just to be sure. He's frowning and rubbing at the back of his (now sweaty) nape when Ferdinand invites him to tea.]
Isn't it too hot?
[He blurts that part out. Completely unintentional.]
For tea, that is.
[But he does like those Almyran teas. So bitter and strong...]
But whatever, as long as I don't have to set anything up...