good enough ain't good enough for you or me, and feeling stuck is fucking up my sanity
Haulani. It looks so different being out in the day. It’s a drizzly day, clouds threatening the idea of rainfall despite there not having been any rain thus far today. Still, the ground is damp and Felix easily maneuvers over it as he runs toward where he’d asked Zeph to meet to help set up where he could. After all, he’d wanted to learn more about Torchline, wanted to try some of that fried fish, and wanted to help out where he could.
It’s the least he could do for the trap that Felix had promptly dragged Zeph into and grinned like a fiend when it fell into place – even if he hadn’t been fully aware of the implications of it.
So he waits outside of one thing, feet tapping along the ground as the only sign of his inability to sit still and wait like the good teenager he’s supposed to be, watching the other side of the street as people mill about – still awed at how different everyone appeared during the day when the sun could hit, as opposed to the darkness of LongNight and the raging parties.
It’s the least he could do for the trap that Felix had promptly dragged Zeph into and grinned like a fiend when it fell into place – even if he hadn’t been fully aware of the implications of it.
So he waits outside of one thing, feet tapping along the ground as the only sign of his inability to sit still and wait like the good teenager he’s supposed to be, watching the other side of the street as people mill about – still awed at how different everyone appeared during the day when the sun could hit, as opposed to the darkness of LongNight and the raging parties.
FELIX
