solupine , felix , asked: Felix abruptly shoves a chess set into Sylvain’s hands. “A shop in town was clearing out their inventory they had a hard time selling. Take it. I don’t want it.” Despite his words, it looks new and… he forgot to remove the price label.
his attention is first caught at the sound of familiar feet against cold stone, pace swift, always a man with a mission ( though usually that mission carries him elsewhere, which, perhaps, garners his curiosity more so than the sound alone, gaze flitting from the face before him, he’d already forgotten her name, to the approaching form, to the girl once more— her expression having soured just a touch at his shifting interest ).
then there’s the matter of the box held at his side, to his fingers which seem to grip just a little too tight. by now the girl at his side has since vanished, likely abruptly aware of how little care that he had for her, or perhaps she found herself more so bothered by the fact that his interest had been sparked— but not by her.
but ultimately, it’s the destination— the goal. he opens his mouth as felix approaches him, greeting already nearly formed upon his tongue ( ‘ well, look who it is— what brings you— ‘ ) when an arm, the arm bearing the box, is thrust forward, shoved into his hands, which are only shooting forward in turn on instinct. gaze widens enough to suggest the obvious, his having been caught off guard, whilst lips part, giving way for silence, a stunned moment in which he doesn’t quite know how to proceed.
when’s the last time that felix has given him anything? other than the obvious hard time.
a chess set. new— brand new, beautiful and packaging pristine. clearing out their inventory, my ass. the price alone is enough to suggest that no one was just giving this away ( he’d forgotten to remove it ). gently, a thumb runs along the edge, a soft, genuine smile breaking out across his lips. ‘ well, i’ll gladly take it off your hands then. thanks, fe. ‘