<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/z3xtB59.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Felix Elliot (http://httphttps://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16147442#msg16147442)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>This</em>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/18/58/531858649f4d2e264b3e453766c63d47.jpg)<br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>1pm June 4th; Afternoon</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Big rock at edge of forest behind the gardens</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Elle |</em><br/><hr/>Oh she figured that out did she? Felix groans mockingly, and sighs dramatically, “<strong>Fiiine, I guess we can call it even.</strong>” Elle was getting the better end of the deal, since she was younger, but that’s what you did - you gave kids gifts. The thought amuses Felix to no end and he snickers to himself. “<strong>I actually think I have a present I bought for you the year you left back home somewhere. Mom couldn’t find where you went, so I couldn’t send it.</strong>” What a terribly shitty situation that had all been.<br/><br/>Felix’s nostrils flared, and he nodded lightly. His feet dragged up, till his knees were bent, and he leaned on them, staring at the rock between his legs, “<strong>Really.</strong>” He looks over at her quickly and flashes a big grin, “<strong>Well, maybe one night you were looking at the stars, and I was looking several fewer stars,</strong>” Because smog sucks, “<strong>And we were looking at the same time. And it was just like we were talking. It takes what, a billion years for stars to transfer information to us or something right? We should probably set up, like, answering machines or something.</strong>”<br/><br/>He sort of stares at Elle with a blank, deadpan stare when she says it’s complicated, “<strong>More complicated than changing genders?</strong>” Maybe, just maybe, their perceptions of<em>complicated</em>were different. “<strong>Some friends, okay, yeah, that’s good.</strong>” He nods. “<strong>Well, yeah, there was no doubt about that right? Mine are still average to meh, by the way.</strong>” He grins a little, nodding to keep her going. “<strong>What?! Oh! What’s her name?! Pictures please!</strong>” He says, scouting her form for her phone. “<strong>Way to bury the lead, Elle!</strong>” Felix reaches forward and shoves her shoulder lightly.<br/><br/>But the story turns sour, and Felix calms and quiets, listening. Sounded like the sort of picture he needed - but then he wasn’t going to just<em>say</em>that.<em>Boy</em>could Felix relate to what she was going through. Of course he wasn’t particularly keen on the idea of bringing that up - he’d managed to keep it from her all those years, and wasn’t about to ruin that illusion right this second. Still, it breaks his heart because he<em>knows</em>. “<strong>Oh honey,</strong>” He softens. Even as she turns away he’s scooching forward and wraps both his arms around her - a leg too - and tugs her into his chest. “<strong>Hey, I’m sorry. That…</strong>” God there really isn’t even a strong enough word for it, is there? Grimacing he just squeezes her, “<strong>They’re probably just all jealous, you know.</strong>” He says, quiet, slowly trying to find a grin, “<strong><em>You’re so hot</em> after all. They just couldn’t help but show you off. I would.</strong>”