[Doesn't matter how obvious he's being when Sylvain won't call him out on it. He can feel Sylvain's eyes on him and it makes his grin widen, a pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.]
Sounds good.
[He reaches across Sylvain to get to the chess board, their thighs pressing more firmly together. The contact makes the heat from his burn feel less painful and more-- something else. Like a persistent itch under the skin that needs to be scratched.
He sets up the chessboard so they can play side by side, hands moving on autopilot. Being a gracious host and all, he lets Sylvain take the first move, rubbing absently at that mark.]
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Sounds good.
[He reaches across Sylvain to get to the chess board, their thighs pressing more firmly together. The contact makes the heat from his burn feel less painful and more-- something else. Like a persistent itch under the skin that needs to be scratched.
He sets up the chessboard so they can play side by side, hands moving on autopilot. Being a gracious host and all, he lets Sylvain take the first move, rubbing absently at that mark.]
The usual bet?
[Whoever wins gets to ask the other a question.]