[Thank goodness there's now something in this room that's marginally more interesting than Felix himself! Most of the children hurry over to the snack table, eager to see what they'll be enjoying today, and Felix is free to look over this picture for a bit longer. He is... touched? Oh, but he is touched, as evidenced by the way his expression softens the slightest bit.
But that doesn't mean he's about to be all open about it, so when Constantin addresses him—ah! Well. He glances over at him, humming in wry acknowledgement—and straightening up as he's reminded of the, ah, distinct difference between his stick figure's height and Constantin's stick figure's height. He's not that much shorter, Luther... damn...]
I didn't— [A beat, as things click in place. A sigh. A hand once again coming up to scrub against his face, because oh, dear.] ...Dorte.
[Problem Child #2! Thanks, Marianne.]
A horse. From my world. He eats everything. [Hmm—] I didn't know the flowers would be a problem.
[And he's not concerned with Dorte's welfare, because Dorte the War Horse can and will take care of himself.]
Your horse ate my garden? Where did you leave him?
[Surely Felix wouldn't tie his horse right next to the flower garden, right? Surely he wouldn't do that. That would be silly, at best.
But since Felix surely didn't do that, Constantin gives him one last look before, like, extracting himself from the mob of children to make his way over to the Grown Up Seating, which is a beat up old couch. It's comfortable, if a little lumpy. It's snack time, so pop a squat, mister!! There's no getting out of this one!]
Well, hold onto that picture, [like he's not super soft for it, ha ha] and I'll find you something to hold it in later.
[Like a folder... or a clipboard. It needs to be safely transported home so he can frame it. And oh,]
Ah- and I promised I would make it worth your while for helping with the swing! I owe you a cup of tea. Later.
[Listen, Connie, maybe Felix had other things on his mind! Maybe Felix was too busy thinking about gaggles of children to consider that flowers are, in fact, Dorte's favorite snack. They're only plants, right... they grow back...
Or: Felix is stupid, and thus Felix only offers up a stiff shrug before he does indeed drop onto this lumpy couch. The picture is safe and sound atop his lap; he resists the urge to keep looking down at it like an idiot, because yes, he is charmed by it. It's like... one of Annette's silly songs? It's sweet.
Speaking of sweet things:]
Tea, [he repeats, blinking down at the picture after all as he briefly considers how long he intends to stay. It isn't as though he made any other plans, so. Hmm.] I see. Almyran Pine would be... appreciated.
[His awkward way of saying he'd quite like to enjoy evening teatime with Connie, all while he stares down at their stick-figure likenesses. Ah. The warmth is back—or, more accurately, the warmth never left, because the warmth is always there; it only intensifies when he glances back Connie's way.]
[Could Constantin spend the rest of the day glancing at Felix and being endeared by the immeasurably soft way he does literally anything with that drawing? Yes. However, the tea is At Home, because no one in their right mind would drink Pine Sol Blend besides this grumpy man. Constantin's many affections have one limit, and that limit is drinking nasty gross tea. Hard pass.]
Not even once. I did get it for you, if you'll recall.
[It's the perfect excuse and it keeps on giving!! He could not possibly deprive Felix of this Rare Gift.]
I've left it at home, so you'll just have to come and see what I've done with the cottage.
[He sort of spreads his hands out in wonder at this, the cottage(tm), now finally ready to accept guests of honor to make it smell like goddamn pine for days. But! No matter! Come to his house and see all of his choice decorating!!]
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But that doesn't mean he's about to be all open about it, so when Constantin addresses him—ah! Well. He glances over at him, humming in wry acknowledgement—and straightening up as he's reminded of the, ah, distinct difference between his stick figure's height and Constantin's stick figure's height. He's not that much shorter, Luther... damn...]
I didn't— [A beat, as things click in place. A sigh. A hand once again coming up to scrub against his face, because oh, dear.] ...Dorte.
[Problem Child #2! Thanks, Marianne.]
A horse. From my world. He eats everything. [Hmm—] I didn't know the flowers would be a problem.
[And he's not concerned with Dorte's welfare, because Dorte the War Horse can and will take care of himself.]
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[Surely Felix wouldn't tie his horse right next to the flower garden, right? Surely he wouldn't do that. That would be silly, at best.
But since Felix surely didn't do that, Constantin gives him one last look before, like, extracting himself from the mob of children to make his way over to the Grown Up Seating, which is a beat up old couch. It's comfortable, if a little lumpy. It's snack time, so pop a squat, mister!! There's no getting out of this one!]
Well, hold onto that picture, [like he's not super soft for it, ha ha] and I'll find you something to hold it in later.
[Like a folder... or a clipboard. It needs to be safely transported home so he can frame it. And oh,]
Ah- and I promised I would make it worth your while for helping with the swing! I owe you a cup of tea. Later.
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Or: Felix is stupid, and thus Felix only offers up a stiff shrug before he does indeed drop onto this lumpy couch. The picture is safe and sound atop his lap; he resists the urge to keep looking down at it like an idiot, because yes, he is charmed by it. It's like... one of Annette's silly songs? It's sweet.
Speaking of sweet things:]
Tea, [he repeats, blinking down at the picture after all as he briefly considers how long he intends to stay. It isn't as though he made any other plans, so. Hmm.] I see. Almyran Pine would be... appreciated.
[His awkward way of saying he'd quite like to enjoy evening teatime with Connie, all while he stares down at their stick-figure likenesses. Ah. The warmth is back—or, more accurately, the warmth never left, because the warmth is always there; it only intensifies when he glances back Connie's way.]
Have you tried it?
[Do you love Pine-Sol, Connie. Do you.]
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Not even once. I did get it for you, if you'll recall.
[It's the perfect excuse and it keeps on giving!! He could not possibly deprive Felix of this Rare Gift.]
I've left it at home, so you'll just have to come and see what I've done with the cottage.
[He sort of spreads his hands out in wonder at this, the cottage(tm), now finally ready to accept guests of honor to make it smell like goddamn pine for days. But! No matter! Come to his house and see all of his choice decorating!!]