[What if Felix likes squinting, Sylvain? Or, more accurately: What if Felix likes being as difficult as possible? Because he absolutely does. That mention of training earns Sylvain a low, annoyed tch, like Felix has never heard anything so stupid in all his life...
...But his phone? His phone. The thing he pays little attention to, partly because he'd prefer to speak to his, like, three friends face-to-face and mostly because he doesn't know how to use it. This is just a smaller, trickier microwave. One day he's going to yeet it into the pond by the ice cream shack.]
"Wallpaper."
[Like he's sounding the word out? Maybe wondering how a phone can have a wall. Deep thoughts with Felix—but what matters is the way his shoulders tense, then drop the slightest bit before he reaches into the pocket of his jeans. He doesn't want to admit that he doesn't know what, exactly, Sylvain is talking about, but even though curiosity killed the cat...]
...Why would I change anything? It works.
[He's made all of five calls. Yeehaw. Anyway, his phone is now in hand, factory fresh, so feel free to admire that.]
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...But his phone? His phone. The thing he pays little attention to, partly because he'd prefer to speak to his, like, three friends face-to-face and mostly because he doesn't know how to use it. This is just a smaller, trickier microwave. One day he's going to yeet it into the pond by the ice cream shack.]
"Wallpaper."
[Like he's sounding the word out? Maybe wondering how a phone can have a wall. Deep thoughts with Felix—but what matters is the way his shoulders tense, then drop the slightest bit before he reaches into the pocket of his jeans. He doesn't want to admit that he doesn't know what, exactly, Sylvain is talking about, but even though curiosity killed the cat...]
...Why would I change anything? It works.
[He's made all of five calls. Yeehaw. Anyway, his phone is now in hand, factory fresh, so feel free to admire that.]