When he was told this exercise would have a special feature, having to dress up as someone else and try to pretend to be them while fighting was definitely not in Sylvain’s list of possibilities. Fine, it wasn’t the end of the world- the weapon he was given was one he was well acquainted with and it did look really cool. The person he was meant to mimic was a classmate of his’, not exactly someone he was super close to but definitely someone he sees around often enough to be able to more or less imagine how Kamui would act (or at least, that’s what he believed). The outfit was also quite interesting and well-fitting, save for…being barefoot.

A singsong voice he didn’t recognize halted any and whatever attempts to send a sulking glance towards his uncomfortably bare feet, replacing the feeling with the sweet honey of a smile. “Why hello there, it seems I got pretty lucky with my teammates this time!” Among a teacher of his’ and a grumpy looking guy from the Black Eagles, this girl was not only new but a much needed refreshment for his eyes. “Sylvain’s the name, you got it. I couldn’t be happier to meet you, Timerra.” A quick fingergun was followed by a click of his tongue and a wink.

The beginnings of a flirt sat eager at the tip of his tongue as a warm gaze looked over his newest teammate, subtly seizing her. Timerra was very beautiful, with a gleam in her eyes almost too dazzling and an aura of charisma only reserved to higher nobles within his perception.

And that’s why, at the last second, he held back. This girl wasn’t one to play with, and notion allowed a soft sigh of relief to leave his lips masked behind a slightly gentler, more joyful smile.