[ There's a part of Felix that wants to leave as soon as Dimitri arrives. At this point, he might as well just hole himself up in his room. If anyone comes knocking to try and ask for a dance from the handsome, brooding prince of Faerghus (gross), he can pretend he isn't in. But the cat he's currently giving the best pets a prince can muster decides to rest her head on his thigh, effectively trapping him beneath her tiny weight.
While a part of him's glad Dimitri's not here to see him, he still avoids making eye contact. ] That's the point. Anyone looking for me wouldn't think to check here. [ He breathes out sharply through his nose. ] Honestly. How annoying.
[ (is he over-exaggerating the number of students seeking his hand? perhaps. but one is one too many, and with the way things are he wonders if he's the only person who thinks it's wildly inappropriate to be hosting a ball of all things after the remire tragedy.) ]
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While a part of him's glad Dimitri's not here to see him, he still avoids making eye contact. ] That's the point. Anyone looking for me wouldn't think to check here. [ He breathes out sharply through his nose. ] Honestly. How annoying.
[ (is he over-exaggerating the number of students seeking his hand? perhaps. but one is one too many, and with the way things are he wonders if he's the only person who thinks it's wildly inappropriate to be hosting a ball of all things after the remire tragedy.) ]