and whatever happens please remember all the laughter, stitch it together kid, i know you better
He’d helped Zeph with prepping for monsoon season, but there was still a fair amount of trash on the beaches. Only, differently from normal, Felix doesn’t venture far from where they’re staying – passing by the lighthouse and following it down to the ocean on a blustery day that hasn’t quite rained yet but the threat of it was clear enough. There’s a bag in his hand, prepared to fill it with the remnants of LongNight parties, focused entirely on that and nothing else.
Of course, he steals glances toward the choppy waters of the ocean as they crash along the beaches, pausing now and then to inspect and admire seashells that have washed up on shore. And he even takes a few moments to start to fill his bag before he gets distracted again, this time by a crab as it runs through the edge of the water before a wave begins to tug it back to sea.
Of course, he steals glances toward the choppy waters of the ocean as they crash along the beaches, pausing now and then to inspect and admire seashells that have washed up on shore. And he even takes a few moments to start to fill his bag before he gets distracted again, this time by a crab as it runs through the edge of the water before a wave begins to tug it back to sea.
FELIX
