At all. ❞

A wave of his hand.

Felix hadn’t gone through the effort she had. Though he did try. His hair was.. down. Raven locks draped behind his shoulders, unrestrained. The grey button up shirt rested against his figure. ‘Complimenting’ the black slacks he tossed on.

It’s the best he’s got.

Against her figure, it complimented her well.

In fact, Felix was speechless for a moment. Even after she spoke, the swordsman just. . Silently admired her for a few moments. Before he’d clear his throat, and recenter his focus.

❝ if you told everyone I’m shocked they told you to come (+)

As much of a freak Felix was about timing, this. . . Made up for it. Annette looked. . Mystifying. At least, she did to Felix. Granted the swordsman already was heavily fond of her, so she could wear any matter of cloth and catch his eye..

But something about this floral get up. The green laying(+

❝. . . Alright- ❞

Theres a simple nod. Felix always was a straight to the point man.. and he’s stubborn, not stupid. He knew this could get him sick.

And a sick Felix, was a useless Felix.

“Tch.”
One might take that as minding, but.. Felix would shake his head.
“It’s fine- you’re just trying to help.”

Still, he didn’t resist. At the very least, it was working. Though, that shirt of his was still quite soaked through the fabric..

“Fine. I’ll meet you at your dorm, and we’ll go from there.”

A flustered huff. He can’t believe he’s doing this.

“Don’t be late.”

…. He’d be annoyed, if this was /anyone/ else. But having Annette be so.. caring. It brought a bit of heat to Felix’s face. Especially as her hands tucked below that shirt, lifting it off the skin it was stuck to. Could she feel the swordsmens toned physique, through that towel?
“Hmph..”

Felix approached. He couldn’t explain why, but.. whenever she requested something, he felt he had to comply..

“ Urgh. Fine.”

But as he came inside, he was taken back by how she immediately started to pad him down with some towel. Felix’s body was certainly weighed down by all the water.

A furrowed brow. Felix almost didn’t hear her over the heavy rain, but his attuned senses were focused for Annette. For… reasons.

So after catching his breath, hands on his knees, Felix would step over her to her. Body drenched in the rain water.

“Need something?”

A few minuets later, there we went again.

And again.

Each time, just a /bit/ slower then the last.

“Right. Just dress for the occasion.”

Felix’s eyes retreated, from her looming gaze. He felt his chest tighten, just a bit.

“When are we doing this?”

“…. Sure. Let’s do that.”

An affirming nod, he looked over that beaming bright smile; it could melt all of Faerghus. That’s how Felix felt at that moment.

“When are we going? I’ll dress up.”

Crude, or not. Felix was raised a noble, he knew /some/ etiquette.

|•| Law?

“… sure? I could eat.”

A shrug. He seemed indifferent, but Felix sure responded immediately. “Got a place in mind? I don’t go out to eat really.”

Tch. Still a freak, then.

Sigh. Patrol sucks.

… Felix hesitated.

“I…”

Fighting the instinct to lash out. Felix held his hand out, for the flowers.

“Yeah. Thanks, Annette.”

He felt this odd heat flush over his cheeks.