and whatever happens please remember all the laughter, stitch it together kid, i know you better
Oh, so they aren’t going to play the game. Got it. Felix sucks in a sharp breath as Zeph’s words ring out, only to have him start to frown at the merman, brows furrowing together at the implications. “He’s not my dad.” Felix grumps, arms moving to fold across his chest as he embodies the perfect huffy teenager.
At least he feels protected in a sense, having Zeph behind him even if the older man’s arm leaves his shoulder. Olavi’s answer only sparks more questions in the young man’s mind, more confusion glinting across two-toned eyes. But he recalls the end of Zeph’s story, of how either the Mers were cursed or fucked a fish, and he decides on the latter before it slips through his lips.
“Okay, sorry, I didn’t know.” He really didn’t know it would be a sore spot, the least he could do was apologize.
At least he feels protected in a sense, having Zeph behind him even if the older man’s arm leaves his shoulder. Olavi’s answer only sparks more questions in the young man’s mind, more confusion glinting across two-toned eyes. But he recalls the end of Zeph’s story, of how either the Mers were cursed or fucked a fish, and he decides on the latter before it slips through his lips.
“Okay, sorry, I didn’t know.” He really didn’t know it would be a sore spot, the least he could do was apologize.
FELIX
