<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/8u49qBc.jpg)(https://imgur.com/z3USgpj.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Felix Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16147442#msg16147442) &amp; Hissy Fit</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>This</em>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/18/58/531858649f4d2e264b3e453766c63d47.jpg)<br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>6:35PM June 4th; Evening</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Clearing</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Layne, Faith, CJ, Liam | Robin</em><br/><hr/>“<strong>That’s the plan.</strong>” Felix grabs up<em>three</em>jugs, because Layne grabbed two - he won’t be out done, he’s just as much a man as the rest of them, and dammit, no one will say otherwise. These days, usually, that attitude wasn’t even a conscious thought. It was just a<em>thing</em>he had programmed into himself when he’d begun his reinvention of self. He always had to go harder, as if that would be what proved he was a man - and it had a bad habit of rearing its head more forcefully when in the presence of men who displayed manly attributes. Even ones they didn’t have control over. In poor Layne’s case his only offense was that he was<em>tall</em>. Yup. Tall is a manly trait, and one that Felix doesn’t have - there’s almost a half a foot between them. Felix isn’t<em>short</em>by any means, but he isn’t six foot tall. That’s a sticking point somewhere in his misaligned brain. Six foot is the height of<em>men</em>. If you doubt that, you haven’t looked at tinder profiles lately - six feet, six inches, six figures.<br/><br/>Upstream sounds as good a place to grab water as any other, and Layne even has a good reason to do it. So off they go. “<strong>I love that button down.</strong>” He tosses a glance over his shoulder as they go and grins. “<strong>Some camp huh?</strong>” Felix stuffs one of the jugs between his arm and chest, and reaches up, plucking the earbud from his ear on the side closest to Layne and drops it into his zipped breast pocket. “<strong>So, you uh army brat, Layne? What’s that like?</strong>” He makes a mild gesture at his pack. “<strong>Do a lot of travel?</strong>”<br/><br/>Filling jugs of water isn’t a glamorous - or particularly involved - task. Before they know it they have twenty-five gallons of water for the camp. It’s probably way more than the group will consume in their single evening, but that’s fine. Felix frumbles a minute when figuring out how to position his hand to carry two jugs in one - but not once does he complain or make a deal about it. When they turn back for the camp though, the hair on the back of his neck prickles. He squints out and surveys the slowly growing darkness. It’s nothing. Of course it’s nothing. Besides he’s not about to look like he’s afraid in front of Mr. Six-Three. “<strong>You good?</strong>” He questions, nodding at Layne’s jugs.<br/><br/>Back at the camp, Felix strides to the center where people are gathering - good to see the tents are going up nicely. He sets his jugs down. The hand that had been carrying two of them gets<em>immediately</em>shoved into a jacket pocket, where it rapidly clenches and unclenches to stretch out. “<strong>Hey, thanks for the help.</strong>” He lifts his other hand and offers a fist bump to Layne.<br/><br/>“<strong>Heeyyyyy, that sounds like fun!</strong>” Felix bellows in exclamation to CJ, walking around<em>just</em>in time to hear about the swing. There are really two problems in this situation. Liam, the musician, is winking and paying attention to CJ. This is only a problem because Liam the musician<em>should</em>be paying attention to him. And CJ should be busy paying attention to Robin. Not that Robin is here, but brothers really are the best wingmen. Or they should be. That’s a rule somewhere, he’s sure. “<strong>You know, Robin loves that kind of thing.</strong>” Felix ends up behind CJ and Liam, squatting down. He reaches out and claps a hand firmly on Liam’s shoulder, “<strong>Yeah, that’s a great idea mister.</strong>” He winks, then shifts his gaze to CJ, “<strong>We should do that, don’t you think CJ? You and Robin, Liam,</strong>” Felix tosses a glance across the way at Faith and lifts his brows twice, “<strong>Faith looks like she’s down for a good time.</strong>” He’s grinning, “<strong>Me of course.</strong>”