[ Her plan had been to roll out of bed, get dressed and then leave which feels like it might have been her intention last night had sleep not claimed her first. When she says she'll make it up to him she means it - maybe she can drop off some groceries for him to make he and Claude something nice later. Or a new tea set, you could never have too many of those right?
But then the wrench named Sylvain is tossed directly in her plans again. When her chin isn't relinquished, there's a surprised look that crosses Hilda's face that only intensifies when Sylvain's lips encapsulate hers. Instinctively she leans into the familiar taste and feel of his lips before catching herself moments later. Pulling back to look at him, her eyes are still wide and confused. ]
What was that for? What do you mean now that I'm sober?
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But then the wrench named Sylvain is tossed directly in her plans again. When her chin isn't relinquished, there's a surprised look that crosses Hilda's face that only intensifies when Sylvain's lips encapsulate hers. Instinctively she leans into the familiar taste and feel of his lips before catching herself moments later. Pulling back to look at him, her eyes are still wide and confused. ]
What was that for? What do you mean now that I'm sober?