zephyr
You lean on the counter awkwardly, watching Felix work. It seems the boy has things covered, leaving you precious little to do with your hands. So you do what you normally do when you're nervous and don't want to show it: pull out a coin from your pocket and begin to maneuver it between your fingers, the metal as fluid as water through some amount of black magic fuckery and years of practice, both illicit and not.
You open your mouth to answer Felix's question and promptly clap it shut, catching Vai's wry tone and grin. "Tea's fine," you answer automatically, secretly disappointed - you could use some whiskey right about now. Palming the coin, you tuck it back into your pocket and move to take a seat. "So, Felix. Ya met any mers yet?" Probably not, given the season, but small talk is not your greatest strength.
You open your mouth to answer Felix's question and promptly clap it shut, catching Vai's wry tone and grin. "Tea's fine," you answer automatically, secretly disappointed - you could use some whiskey right about now. Palming the coin, you tuck it back into your pocket and move to take a seat. "So, Felix. Ya met any mers yet?" Probably not, given the season, but small talk is not your greatest strength.
we were toogether
who cared about the rest?
who cared about the rest?
