<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/>“<strong>I don’t know about <em>obsessed</em>.</strong>” He admits. The truth was that the stars made him think of her - and well that was a problem when there had been no way to remedy the distance that had been put between them. At first, when Elle had gone, yeah, he’d done it alot. But over time it had come to be less and less, until really it had been that one last conversation. “<strong>Am not, take it back.</strong>” Felix protests and gives her shoulder a gentle shove.<br/><br/>The goal of course had not been to send poor Elle into a full breakdown. So when she starts sobbing, Felix blinks, frowns and collapses around her protectively. This is familiar - how many times had Felicia been the shelter for her, or Robin, and then spun out on the people who had poked at them? All the time. There was probably a gold mine for a therapist to dissect in her youthful aggression. “<strong>Hey!</strong>” Felix snaps, “<strong>You absolutely are not.</strong>” Maybe he<em>does</em>need to kick some ass - he’s much better at it these days. “<strong>Well that’s easy, pepperoni are <em>delicious</em>.</strong>” He says, but he knows it can’t be easy - the things people say, they way they can make you feel. He closes his eyes. “<strong>I get it.</strong>” He’s soft again, quiet. “<strong>I really, <em>really</em> do.</strong>”<br/><br/>It’s at least good to hear that she was defending herself. “<strong>Well, better a suspension than being harassed. You did the right thing.</strong>”<br/><br/>Felix gently strokes her hair and nods, “<strong>People are the worst, they universally suck. There’s a few exceptions…</strong>” He holds up his hands and extends one finger, “<strong>Me,</strong>” He pauses, gets thoughtful, flips up a second finger, “<strong>You,</strong>” Then a third, “<strong>Me,</strong>” A forth, “<strong>Me,</strong>” Thumb, “<strong>Robin.</strong>” He grins.<br/><br/>“<strong>Elle…</strong>” He says, kinda touched. Once more he strokes her hair and wraps his other hand around her, squeezing her to him. “<strong>Well, we found eachother again. So we just need to make sure we don’t get separated again, right?</strong>” How hard could that be.