are those real stars that hang in the sky? or are they man-made, a trick of the light?
Perhaps luckily for Sam, Felix is very much like a sponge. He tells Sam he thinks Halo would be cold just based off of how he’s heard about it, but to hear the confirmation in the laughter in Sam’s voice has him all ears, soaking up whatever he can glean. “Really?” He asks, some sort of awe coming over his face as he stares up at the red headed man from his perch on the end of the dock. But much like a good student, he settles in and listens as Sam continues, his dual tone gaze remaining on the other man.
The writing stories comment has Felix tilting his head a bit. “Why would you write them? Do you… Write stories and books and stuff?” He asks, having no idea if that was something you could just… do. But the mention of Ursurs has him nodding his head, hearing of the polar bear type creatures once or twice but never encountering them, never able to imagine them.
But he says something else Felix doesn’t know about and his eyes grow wide. “What’s a cannibal?”
The writing stories comment has Felix tilting his head a bit. “Why would you write them? Do you… Write stories and books and stuff?” He asks, having no idea if that was something you could just… do. But the mention of Ursurs has him nodding his head, hearing of the polar bear type creatures once or twice but never encountering them, never able to imagine them.
But he says something else Felix doesn’t know about and his eyes grow wide. “What’s a cannibal?”
FELIX
