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[perfectteatime]

Hello. You've reached the message box for Byleth Eisner. Please leave a message after the beep.

... Was that all I had to do? Oh hit the pound key- BEEEEEP

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[perfectteatime]

He'll let that go, mercifully, in the revelation that anyone found him fun to be around. Especially Sylvain. He would have assumed the man took him for a stick in the mud. Then again, the Gautier son was always full of surprises.

"Well... count me flattered. Thank you. I enjoy your company as well, for what it's worth."

[sonofagautier]

He's grateful for that. He really didn't have an explanation. Sometimes he just runs his mouth for the fun of it.

"Heh, flattered enough to come with me to some creepy castle via corviknights maybe? Surely nothing could go wrong with that scenario. They're coming around to pick people up around sunset... figured I'd just wear this."

[perfectteatime]

"Well I can't let you go on your own, can I?" He teases lightly, a smile stretching his lips. "Yes, I'd love to come along."

A pause.

"Am I dress up as well?"

[sonofagautier]

"I'm dangerous unsupervised." Accompanied by a wink, of course. "And yeah, pretty sure that's part of the rules. Festivity and all."

[perfectteatime]

"... I will fetch a costume." And he just. Walks off. Only to return moments later in that full Espurr onesie, looking serious as ever. Breakfast is in tow, wearing a tiny replica of his usual tunic.

"I am ready."

[sonofagautier]

Sylvain waits. And waits. And when Byleth comes back into frame Sylvain damn-near loses it laughing.

"Where did you even get a costume for Breakfast?"