[ Felix also hates the infirmary. But unlike Hubert, he doesn’t reserve such sentiments sparingly. There are, unsurprisingly, many things that he hates. Such as being cooped up in here when he has two perfectly functioning legs. It’s so damn ridiculous. If Professor Manuela hadn’t confiscated his swords and hidden them in her personal quarters, he’d have left the infirmary within the first hour of imprisonment. Accursed, crafty woman.
And to make matters worse, his only companion is Hubert. Which, as previous experience has taught him, is actually not a bad thing – under normal circumstances. But with little else to do, Felix is chomping at the bit for a distraction and Hubert seems perfectly content reading in silence. Were he not so proud, he might directly ask the mage to chat. Instead, he decides to fish for it the hard way. ]
Stop that. The page turning is obnoxious.
[ Yes, because this is the best way to strike up a conversation with someone. ]
Hubert is one of the older students and one would think that this would mean that he's more mature. And most of the time he is, interactions with Ferdinand aside.
But Hubert von Vestra is also remarkably like a cat in that he doesn't particularly care when people (other than Lady Edelgard, of course) tell him to knock it off. So he does the sane and mature thing and makes eye contact with Felix.
[ Felix casts about for something he can throw at the mage and finally decides to sacrifice his own pillow. It’s for the greater good. Next – with perhaps surprising accuracy and strength for someone using a non-dominant hand – he whips it at Hubert. The stars align. As the goddess intended, the Crest of Fraldarius activates. Somewhere, a bell tolls.
Off balance from the forward momentum of the throw, Felix crashes to the floor in the most disgraceful heap of nobility known to Fódlan. ]
[It turns out that a pillow thrown at great speed and with the Crest of Fraldarius activated actually makes a great projectile, and while Felix is busy falling out of the bed, Hubert's getting knocked back into his. The book has also been knocked onto the floor, so this probably counts as a win for someone. Maybe Felix, assuming he hasn't injured himself on the way down.
Just... give him a moment... that legitimately hurt a bit?? His defense stat is lacking, cut him some slack!!]
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And to make matters worse, his only companion is Hubert. Which, as previous experience has taught him, is actually not a bad thing – under normal circumstances. But with little else to do, Felix is chomping at the bit for a distraction and Hubert seems perfectly content reading in silence. Were he not so proud, he might directly ask the mage to chat. Instead, he decides to fish for it the hard way. ]
Stop that. The page turning is obnoxious.
[ Yes, because this is the best way to strike up a conversation with someone. ]
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Hubert is one of the older students and one would think that this would mean that he's more mature. And most of the time he is, interactions with Ferdinand aside.
But Hubert von Vestra is also remarkably like a cat in that he doesn't particularly care when people (other than Lady Edelgard, of course) tell him to knock it off. So he does the sane and mature thing and makes eye contact with Felix.
Then flips another page purposefully.
I'm so sorry about him???]
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You…!
[ Felix casts about for something he can throw at the mage and finally decides to sacrifice his own pillow. It’s for the greater good. Next – with perhaps surprising accuracy and strength for someone using a non-dominant hand – he whips it at Hubert. The stars align. As the goddess intended, the Crest of Fraldarius activates. Somewhere, a bell tolls.
Off balance from the forward momentum of the throw, Felix crashes to the floor in the most disgraceful heap of nobility known to Fódlan. ]
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Just... give him a moment... that legitimately hurt a bit?? His defense stat is lacking, cut him some slack!!]
I hope you're proud of yourself.
[Thanks, Felix!!!!!!]