good enough ain't good enough for you or me, and feeling stuck is fucking up my sanity
There’s a cool wind that blows in from the sea, tossing tousled dark hair as he waits, basically bouncing in place as if he might need an outlet for all of the energy bounding within him. At least he’ll have a way to get it out when Zeph appears, hopefully, ever eager to help and learn about all of these new things of Torchline that they didn’t have in the Greatwood.
Luckily for him, he’s not alone long. Not as he’s waiting, hands shoved into pockets, glancing over to see Zeph take a seat on the bench and a wide grin of greeting spreads across Felix’s face. “Heya Zeph!” He chimes, making his way over to sit with him, looking back over toward the shop he’d just been blatantly staring at. “They’re making clothes I think over there. But they’re really small, hardly cover a thing.” His lips purse slightly, nodding in the direction he’d been looking at. The shop itself was relatively outfitted, but there were indeed some scandalously small garments within.
But he turns his head back to Zeph with that same grin, shoving away any confusing thoughts on attire. “So what can I help ya with? I want to do something.” He offers, palms spreading along his knees as he leans forward, giving Zeph all of his attention to soak up what Torchline did for Flowerbirth.
Luckily for him, he’s not alone long. Not as he’s waiting, hands shoved into pockets, glancing over to see Zeph take a seat on the bench and a wide grin of greeting spreads across Felix’s face. “Heya Zeph!” He chimes, making his way over to sit with him, looking back over toward the shop he’d just been blatantly staring at. “They’re making clothes I think over there. But they’re really small, hardly cover a thing.” His lips purse slightly, nodding in the direction he’d been looking at. The shop itself was relatively outfitted, but there were indeed some scandalously small garments within.
But he turns his head back to Zeph with that same grin, shoving away any confusing thoughts on attire. “So what can I help ya with? I want to do something.” He offers, palms spreading along his knees as he leans forward, giving Zeph all of his attention to soak up what Torchline did for Flowerbirth.
FELIX
