<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>Open</em><br/><hr/>Robin is lying. But Felix has decided he’s going to let his little brother have this one. More than ever before Felix is coming to terms with the difficulty of what next - if not putting it out there is easier for him, so be it. This time.<br/><br/>Felix separated from Elle as they got to the kitchen, and found his way to one of the chairs. While he was certainly not one to rely on people serving him, space was precious and between CJ and Elle being all up in the business of the kitchen, he wasn’t going to try and make his way through that. Besides, who didn’t like getting served. “<strong>Coffee and food both sound great.</strong>” He says, idle to the energetic pair. There should probably be a thank you attached, but his thoughts had already moved on. Had Elle noticed… No. She wouldn’t be so cool if she had. Felix props his elbows on the counter and lays his forehead into his palms.<br/><br/>A county fair does sound like it might be nice. Out of the house, at least. But Robin pointing out the cheap price of admission almost makes Felix visibly wince. And then comes the smell of eggs.<em>Again</em>. Comp tickets - even though pride festival<em>did</em>sound like a wonderful time - another hand out. It’s been a week and Felix has already come to the decision that he’s not cut out to be poor. It’s not like he and Robin had come from a wealthy family, but they’d certainly not known tremendous wanting… Well, except for parents' acceptance and understanding. But monetarily! Breakfast was more nuanced than a daily serving of eggs. This was like being at Elle’s house all over again!<br/><br/>That<em>was</em>rude. Felix groaned.<br/><br/>“<strong>Those sound fun.</strong>” He pipes up, dropping his hands just in time to receive a mug of coffee from Elle. Even the coffee was poor. Felix stares for a bit longer than is needed at his own reflection in the glossy black liquid, before he goes about making it taste more like soda than coffee - creamer and sugar go a long way to helping alleviate the nonsense. “<strong>I don’t have any plans.</strong>” Which is like eighty percent the problem! But what’s putting it off another day? The quintet could use a day relaxing together. As fun as pride sounds, Felix has the same impression about CJ that Robin does, and so he suggests the opposite, “<strong>Let’s hit the fair.</strong>”<br/><br/>He grins Elle, “<strong>I’ll win you a new stuffed animal.</strong>” Hearing about leaving Mr. Pringles back with her sister made sense - though Felix had questioned if leaving a talking magical stuffy with a child was really a good plan. Certainly he’d have done the same with Hissy at one point, but in the months following camp he’d come to find a new sort of reliance on the snake. And CJ and Bully were basically inseparable - though how much of that was because Bully was stubborn and CJ couldn’t say no was harder to tell. “<strong>Maybe we can set up a game and see if anyone wants to win Bully.</strong>” He taunts the ox.