oh i got troubles that won't let me be, but i won't get tired, set the world on fire
If Felix is being honest, Torchline still thrives warmer than the Greatwood that he’s used to around this time of year. And so ice cream always sounds like the perfect treat – sure that there’s some merchant in the middle of Haulani serving it into the late hours of the night. So it doesn’t take much more encouraging from his mother to get out of his seat, halfway practically stumbling out of it in his excitement to reach the door, to grab a jacket on the way out for both him and his mother.
Because he knows he’ll freeze after he’s eaten the ice cream, regardless of how warm it still feels out here after the sun’s spent its day warming the sands and the earth. “Just one?” Felix asks, a lopsided, boyish grin on his face as he teases his mother. But it sounds like a deal, and he’s already out the door waiting for her as he shoves his arms into the arms of the jacket, pulling it tight to button it up. “Come on, mom!”
Because he knows he’ll freeze after he’s eaten the ice cream, regardless of how warm it still feels out here after the sun’s spent its day warming the sands and the earth. “Just one?” Felix asks, a lopsided, boyish grin on his face as he teases his mother. But it sounds like a deal, and he’s already out the door waiting for her as he shoves his arms into the arms of the jacket, pulling it tight to button it up. “Come on, mom!”
'till my troubles got trouble with me
FELIX
