<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 | Robin</em><br/><hr/>Felix wasn’t sensitive about his height. He didn’t immediately take Elle’s statement as a soul crushing example as to why he needed to be six foot minimum. Even after her ‘correction’. No. Not at all. “<strong>Whaaat?</strong>” He covers his own frustration over, and wrinkles his nose, “<strong>You’re bite size, it’s great. Don’t give it up!</strong>” He teases. She wasn’t quite<em>fun sized</em>, she’d need to shrink about four inches for that. But anywhere in those two size categories was great in his judgment! “<strong>We’re probably both doomed to eternal shortness though, so…</strong>” He shrugs - it stings to say - and slumps, “<strong>We should just get used to it. Or engineer very convincing platform shoes.</strong>” Because that was an option for someone as smart as Elle, probably.<br/><br/>Seeing her all pink was<em>great</em>. “<strong>Three times?! <em>What</em>? Are you kidding me?</strong>” Felix states in disbelief. He bobs back from the shove and pulls hands from his pocket. A hand comes out and brushes some of the wisps of Elle’s hair, and he makes ‘jazz hands’ as he outlines her form, grinning the whole time, “<strong>Look, I might not be able to see why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch the way I used to, but even I can see that you’re <em>at least</em> four times more gorgeous than I am.</strong>”<br/><br/>Huffing slightly, Felix shakes his head, “<strong>Actually I have a pretty good idea.</strong>” There’s some sadness there. Yes, Felix had Robin - and he wouldn’t trade that for anything - but… What he had needed through everything that had happened was a friend. A best friend. And every instance where he needed Elle was a glass-grinding-into-the-wound reminder that she was gone, and how badly he missed her. His hand coils around hers and he follows her off with a gentle laugh, “<strong>Oh so you’re like, a camp Runamuk native then huh? Look at you.</strong>” That did sound like her mom though. He shakes his head. “<strong>Hey, we had fun in that trailer, don’t hate.</strong>”<br/><br/>Hand free, Felix wraps his arm around a tree and sorta swings around it, leaning away and letting momentum carry him around until he has to stagger to catch up with himself. Did she say hot? Felix perks and looks up at her climbing the rock. “<strong>Would you believe me if I said pixie dust?</strong>” The details about how and why it all happened were, uh, complicated. And a particularly unpleasant memory. “<strong>Popular is a word.</strong>” He says with a sort of broken laugh. Shrugging off his jacket, Felix turns to his tree and eyes it. He crouches, then jumps up and grabs the branch over his head. He really has gotten stronger - his arms really aren’t noodley anymore. With a little effort, Felix pull-ups himself over the branch and twists so that he can sit, being somewhere slightly above Elle. “<strong>I made the varsity soccer team in sophomore year. Kind of a star player.</strong>” He says<em>glamorously</em>, flipping some of his hair over and shrugging, “<strong>I don’t know, I uhm, you know things just…</strong>” He quiets and shrugs, gnawing his lower lip and staring past Elle to the ground around the rock, “<strong>And I uhm, ended up here. I just… You know?</strong>” He says a whole lot of nothing. He makes a squishing noise with his cheeks and tongue and shrugs again, “<strong>Lots of people know me if that’s what you mean.</strong>”<br/>