Nov 4, 2019
dicyde:
` Oh! I’m sorry———— . ’ Apology comes fast , exemplifying his surprise in its finest form : contrite panic. ` But , um . . Felix — I was wondering if maybe you wanted to train together? ’
“.....You could have just asked instead of standing there.” Felix lets out a sigh, his shoulders sagging. He swiftly lowers his sword. He would have declined otherwise, but finds swinging at the dummies growing stale as the seconds tick on. “Fine.” He assumes his stance with his sword positioned, movements effortless, a practiced routine. “When you’re ready.”
