[there's a touch of something like amusement there, in the way Sylvain lifts Basch up. honestly, it's probably for the best—between the blond's staggering and the faint weakness still lingering in his thighs, it just happens to be more ideal. even so, his touch lingers anyway, a thoughtless little reminder that he's here, he enjoyed it, and he's comfortable enough.]
And if I had failed? [he's maybe a little surprised by the kiss, given their situations, but leans in without hesitation. not that Olivine has ever actually failed when Sylvain hadn't been pushing him directly to do so, but he's gotten to the point where he can be a little cheeky anyway.] I'll go find one. They keep a lot of them around, I think.
[his attention turns to Basch fully then, a warm smile on his lips as he squeezes where his hand still holds. then he shifts to leave them for a moment and find a towel, not at all worried about finding them again once he does.]
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And if I had failed? [he's maybe a little surprised by the kiss, given their situations, but leans in without hesitation. not that Olivine has ever actually failed when Sylvain hadn't been pushing him directly to do so, but he's gotten to the point where he can be a little cheeky anyway.] I'll go find one. They keep a lot of them around, I think.
[his attention turns to Basch fully then, a warm smile on his lips as he squeezes where his hand still holds. then he shifts to leave them for a moment and find a towel, not at all worried about finding them again once he does.]