thinkin about...baby mode and edgy

He nods in greeting, then tilts his head, observant, ever-watching. "You almost looked knightly standing there."

He almost matches Ashe's grin, almost. Maybe he's coming around to the idea, or maybe Ashe is just the exception to every rule. "Don't let it get to your head."

The sudden urge to reach over and brush Ashe's hair hits him like a lightning bolt. Felix's not-quite-grin ebbs in distress. Antsy, he frowns at Ashe. "Why do I...?" He looks away, reddening like a tomato. Is he feeling feverish from stress?

There is... one thing he can try. Felix dares to look Ashe in the eye and just—he places a hand on Ashe's shoulder and swallows the lump in his throat. "I don't know. This is a first for me." All the 'stress' manifests in how he squeezes Ashe, uncertain.

"What I feel towards you? Yeah."

Felix purses his lips. Uncomfortable is the closest word he can think of, but... it isn't quite right. But it'll have to do. "Yeah."

Hey. Why didn't you bring me with you to Askr? Why's Mercedes get first pick?

I don't like this.

I don't care about those so-called "pocket monsters" everyone's getting all worked up over.

I am _not_ dancing.

Saghert and cream... bleugh...

I can't believe this.

I never asked for this.

If Rodrigue asks, I no longer exist.

It's cold this morning. Enough to see one's breath. Still not as bad as home, though.

Whoever cooked today deserves a commendation.

Music is one of my interests. A good tune is hard to come by.

It's strangely quiet tonight.