good enough ain't good enough for you or me, and feeling stuck is fucking up my sanity
Zeph’s pause causes a small grin to form along Felix’s maw, his fuzzy head tilting to the side briefly before he puts a few of the bags into the cart. And then he sits, before Zeph, at least for a brief moment to hear what he has to say. The question of whether or not it’s what his dad looked like has him shaking his head a small amount. In reality, he doesn’t really know, he knows his dad is a black bear but whether he was as fuzzy or fluffy, had claws as long and sharp as he did, the cub doesn’t know.
So instead, he shakes his fuzzy head, moving to stand and toss a few more bags into the cart, and when Zeph begins to pull it, he shifts back into himself to walk alongside the cart on Zeph’s other side. “He’s a black bear, but that’s all I know.” He offers with a small shrug, looking to the path ahead. “I’m a different kind of bear.” But a bear all the same, really.
He's not sure what else to say until they reach the bank where the bags need to be placed, and Felix focuses his attention on that ordeal, picking up one bag and laying it out before realizing he doesn't know the best way to place the bags to help enforce the bank.
So instead, he shakes his fuzzy head, moving to stand and toss a few more bags into the cart, and when Zeph begins to pull it, he shifts back into himself to walk alongside the cart on Zeph’s other side. “He’s a black bear, but that’s all I know.” He offers with a small shrug, looking to the path ahead. “I’m a different kind of bear.” But a bear all the same, really.
He's not sure what else to say until they reach the bank where the bags need to be placed, and Felix focuses his attention on that ordeal, picking up one bag and laying it out before realizing he doesn't know the best way to place the bags to help enforce the bank.
FELIX
