FELIX
He expects the answer immediately, not the request to sit. Why does he need to sit for something that could be answered so easily? But since Zeph made a deal with him, Felix plays along — walking to the curb indicated and plopping down, legs folding in a sort of criss cross pattern, arms loose about his knees as his dual toned gaze looks over toward the other man from where he chooses to sit as well.
And the answer he gets? Only invites more questions. Of course, being young and having grown up far too fast to miss out on typical learnings of life, he frowns as it doesn’t register and he simply just doesn’t get it. “Alright. What’s sex?” He asks, though this time it’s a bit quieter — as if he feels almost awkward for not knowing, for being ignorant in that aspect through no fault of his own.
It’s an innocent question at least, not aimed to get Zeph to squirm, but he simply doesn’t know. And he hopes that’s enough.
And the answer he gets? Only invites more questions. Of course, being young and having grown up far too fast to miss out on typical learnings of life, he frowns as it doesn’t register and he simply just doesn’t get it. “Alright. What’s sex?” He asks, though this time it’s a bit quieter — as if he feels almost awkward for not knowing, for being ignorant in that aspect through no fault of his own.
It’s an innocent question at least, not aimed to get Zeph to squirm, but he simply doesn’t know. And he hopes that’s enough.
breathing dreams like air
