// the sky ran out of stars, they're all livin' in the city
don't wanna be nameless for life. you wanna be famous? that's fine //
don't wanna be nameless for life. you wanna be famous? that's fine //
Oh, Felix feels the distaste as it slips down the bond. The question, however, has the bear’s head bobbing. Devrum’s my dad. He confirms, remaining sitting in the grasses, pulling the fish from his maw with his clawed hands to work to pull the pieces off of it he doesn’t want to eat. I don’t really remember him. The boy admits with perhaps a tinge of sadness, having to hear about his father from other sources.
But that’s neither here nor there.
Instead, there’s a bit of cockiness in the way Loren says he’s attuned ‘among other things’ and if Felix were far more curious, he might have asked what those things were. But instead, the name sparks a brief, dull bell, though Felix can’t quite say where. Nice to meet you Loren. He offers, a pulse of boyish greeting given toward the lion-like creature in the hopes it might cover up the distaste of before.
But that’s neither here nor there.
Instead, there’s a bit of cockiness in the way Loren says he’s attuned ‘among other things’ and if Felix were far more curious, he might have asked what those things were. But instead, the name sparks a brief, dull bell, though Felix can’t quite say where. Nice to meet you Loren. He offers, a pulse of boyish greeting given toward the lion-like creature in the hopes it might cover up the distaste of before.
FELIX
