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PLEASE TAKE MY TABLET AWAY FROM ME

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   OH WHAT A great day it has been, there are absolutely no complaints-- girls had flocked him today when he went downtown, showered him in gifts and few more kisses than usual (one that went farther down his throat than he would’ve expected, damn that one chick was feisty, he ought to remember her name for... uh-- later purposes), as sylvain pops a piece of candy one of the girls had given him in his mouth. 

   it was about time he returned to the monastery though, he knows it’s right about now that professor heads over to the pond and starts fishing, and he wants to coincidentally linger around the greenhouse and the south windows of the dining hall to catch glimpse of her, she looked absolutely radiant with the sun whisping through her hair like a halo, sylvain bets the goddess is a hot beauty but honestly the professor may even rival her. unless the goddess has an even better hot rack and bumping trunk, maybe then he’ll become a more religious man. 

   just the thought of seeing the professor, worked up from her fishing escapades, maybe he’ll even be lucky to see her shed her overcoat to show off her fucking guns -- is when he hears a familiar chorus of steps. sylvain doesn’t stop though, continues his path-- but the thoughts of professor are (temporarily) placed to the side, there is a disturbance about to, well, attempt, to ambush him. he had barely avoided ingrid when he had left this morning, who had nagged about not ‘chasing skirts’ as he does, but perhaps even out of spite (or wanted attention he isn’t willing to admit), had done exactly that, amplified exponentially. who he didn’t get to avoid, no matter the situation, was the other childhood friend-- and no, it wasn’t his royal highness.

   sylvain rolls the candy in his mouth with a clatter against his teeth as he falls into step with his oh so beloved, not that cute anymore, younger childhood friend. without felix even speaking, sylvain can already hear his reprimands about his lofty behavior, about how he hasn’t seen sylvain all week in the training grounds, let alone pick up his lance, and that he probably smells like fifty kinds of floral perfumes. oops ! felix is just so harsh ! just as he likes.... swinging his blade so much, his hobbies just are in line with uuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh, women? sylvain bites onto the hard candy with an audible crack, as he briefly tries to remember that great kisser from earlier-- double oops , for forgetting her name already. it hasn’t even been a few hours yet. 

    « heeeeeeeeeya there felix, strange to see you here,  not at the training grounds, » sylvain considers their current location and the direction that they’re heading, and retracts the statement,  « actually nevermind you’re on your way there aren’t you huh, juuuust kidding, » foolish to think otherwise,  « seems like you’re hitting up the swinging more though, professor didn’t say anything about a battle or anything recently, unless there was blade homework i missed or something, » he says, crunching on the remnants of the candy in his mouth, the sharper pieces not sharp enough to cut his tongue to hurt, but enough to remind him,

    « aaaaand, rock! » about surprise rock paper scissors matches !

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   OH MAN, OH MAN, where can he even start. there’s ten different sorts of emotions coursing through his veins, all of which relate to some varying forms of excitement. how could he not ! the most lovely, the most gracious, the most beautiful and gorgeous-- ( there simply are not enough words of  he could use to describe, her, her ) and might he add, the highest and most wanted lady of monastery, had just requested to see him, privately, personally??? oh how his hands sweat at the thought !!! 

   being the ladies’ man he is, knew the signs, and this was just the culmination of it all. oh dear professor ! he’s never been subtle with her, but now, he has no more reason to let her small advances go unheard, he will be more than glad, more, than glad, to meet her half way. first his tests results...... how she calls on his name during lessons......... just the memories are enough to make his heart skip, sylvain wants to close his eyes-- he can just see his beloved professor and her pursed lips curving around the syllables of his name, it’s more more more than enough to make anyone, any right hormonal boy-- (he is a man, although)’s chest and under below tighten. and to think that their beloved professor would shine a light to him ? 

   granted, he knew it was just about time that she did, who of course, could resist him-- it’s not like any of the other girls did, and the professor mayhaps be just like them. perhaps it’s the forbidden taboo of pursuing a relationship of power imbalances, or maybe the simple thrill of being the one the professor has chosen pumps another kind of adrenaline through him-- he knows how his highness glances at their beloved professor, how the other house leaders turn green. he would usually care not about such held ill wills, but since it does regard the beloved professor, he lets himself feel prideful. 

   he knows her, well enough, from having watched her mannerisms (outwardly he would never admit to boldly state that he... ogles,) and what she prefers-- she truly is an enigma, a continuous unraveling mystery. she had reprimanded him for his treatment of some lady folk downtown (who’s names are already flushed out of his mind), and had turned him down instantaneously. after that, he had been passing attempts at her, every so often, but now, oh he knew it was about time that she caved. he was going to unravel this line of hers ! pridefully, knowing that he was going to win her over with this-- tightens the wrap of paper around the array of fish bait in a makeshift bouquet (that he knows she’ll love), flashes his most dashing of smile, and knocks the door frame of their empty classroom with a little wave in his other hand.

   « hey there professor, might i say that your beauty is absolutely ethereal in the light of the setting sun, » for all the unfortunate drama he’s never signed up for in his life, he sure is glad that the goddess decided to bless him with a smoking hot professor. he isn’t really looking at her face-- but he’s quick to redirect (can you really blame him, when she dresses like that, she’s a buffet for his eyes to feast, he can’t help himself).  « i must say professor, that was pretty bold of you, here i was thinking i came off strong, but frankly, i’m flattered. » sylvain saunters towards her, offering her the bouquet of bait with a smile, hiding the mild disdain he has of holding this for the past ten minutes, the little sufferings he does for love

    « first i realized the way you call my name, then i catch the way that you look at me... and now this recent test professor? giving me a sixty-nine percent... what are you trying to say? » truly there was only one explanation!  « and asking me to see me after class what surely the boldest of moves... i usually like to make moves on the ladies first, but i’m willing to change it up for you, professor. » he runs a dramatic hand through his hair, seemingly perfect bangs shuffle in a perfect tumble, a classic move that’s sure to work, a ninety nine percent, fool proof tactic, 

   « how about we take pour some tea for this lovely night ahead, eh professor? » he can just see it now, professor knows his favorite bergamot tea, they’ll talk over some biscuits, and... and...

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