<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/prFeBaN.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Felix Elliot</em><br/><strong>Date | Time</strong>:<em>Saturday, April 13th | 9am</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<em>Elle, Robin, Open</em><br/><hr/>It was official. He had moved in and already unpacked all of his stuff. It had been quick, no doubt, he’d been the first to finish - but had there ever been any doubt that’d be the case? Afterall the whole thing had been his idea, if anyone was prepared for it, it was Felix.<em>And</em>he did good improvising, adapting to rapidly changing circumstances. It certainly didn’t help that there just wasn’t a whole lot for him to bring. It’s not that Felix didn’t own things, it’s just that he in large part decided to make as clean a break from everything that came before as possible. His parents had certainly not been thrilled he was leaving a bunch of stuff behind, but then they weren’t happy about the situation to begin with so what was one more little upset.<br/><br/>Unfortunately that had left him with an excess of time to ponder what was<em>next</em>.<br/><br/>The truth was that Felix was feeling aimless. He was a good soccer player to be certain, but good enough to go pro? If he was being realistic, probably not. Maybe. But even then, it’s such a small following in the states - comparatively, anyway. Was he going to leave the country for a shot? Certainly not, he wouldn’t put that strain on him and Robin. College was around the corner now, but Felix was struggling to find the will to engage with it - it didn’t feel like his calling. But if not the sports he’d long loved, and not a higher education, then what? These thoughts had kept him up last night, and several others before.<br/><br/>“<strong>Nnnmgh…</strong>” He rolled over at the first shake.<br/><br/>When the bouncing and name chanting starts, Felix’s eyes pop open and blink a few times as he takes in Elle’s form over him. Bouncing. Wait. Is she. No. He blinks a few more times, “<strong>What? Elle, what… What?</strong>” He groggy stammers, as his brain kicks on. He reaches out and shoves at her shoulders, so he has space to sit up. Squinting, one eye nearly closed, he scans the room and looks at the cracked door. “<strong>Coffee? Okay. Let’s do that.</strong>” He holds out a hand and points toward the door.<br/><br/>He shakes his head to knock the sleep out finally, then yawns loud and obnoxious. He reaches both hands up over his head and links his fingers, twisting in a stretch. There need to be proper ones, but given Elle’s hyperactivity he doesn’t suspect he’s going to have the opportunity for that right now. “<strong>Sleep good?</strong>” He drops a hand to his neck, craning his head far to the other side and rubbing the stretched muscle. “<strong>What time is it?</strong>” He reaches for his phone on the nightstand and tugs it into his lap, “<strong>Holy shit,</strong>” Felix flings his legs from bed and gets to his feet, shoving the phone into his pocket. “<strong>Why’d you let me sleep so long?!</strong>” He verbally jabs at her, grinning, “<strong>Come on, let’s get out of here.</strong>” Felix bends back over the bed, snatches her wrist and all but yanks her off it and to her feet.<br/><br/>“<strong>Morning.</strong>” He calls to Robin as he gently slings Elle into the central space, shutting his bedroom door. Barefoot he pads toward the kitchen, brushing down and smoothing the - mostly - buttoned button down he slept in. “<strong>Didn’t you have that casting thing today, how’d that go?</strong>” Right to the coffee pot, Felix pours himself a mug.