FELIX
He feels like he’s won something when Zeph sighs and runs his hand through his hair, and it lightens his pouty mood immediately when the ultimatum is given. He keeps his arms folded across his chest, focusing on the man before him, leaned against the alley wall as his dual toned eyes never leave him. “Okay. Deal!” He agrees easily, before his face twists in an attempt to try and think up something good for his first question.
And of course, he’s not going to leave the idea of the brothel behind to ask his mother about when there was someone who could likely explain it without the awkwardness surrounding it (hah jokes on felix and zeph) that his mother might have.
So he plants his feet, staying in place, mulling it over before his voice quips out. “So... What’s a brothel?” Hopefully this time Zeph would answer it.
And of course, he’s not going to leave the idea of the brothel behind to ask his mother about when there was someone who could likely explain it without the awkwardness surrounding it (hah jokes on felix and zeph) that his mother might have.
So he plants his feet, staying in place, mulling it over before his voice quips out. “So... What’s a brothel?” Hopefully this time Zeph would answer it.
breathing dreams like air
