<br/><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PkRsj2MzsE/UiTDfmdC5jI/AAAAAAAAAWE/q8vcNl_29cw/s1600/tumblr_msdele3sXT1sdlu9mo5_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Felix de los Botas<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wandering up the lane to the house, then inside and proceeding to track people down<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Blue jeans, black t-shirt, dark grey fedora and a pair of well-maintained Italian leather boots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Whomever, open, all<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Felix didn't drive. Some days, that was a problem. But the air this far out of all the nooks and crannies of quote/unquote civilization made for a bracing wander through the entanglements from the road up to the door. The sight of the old place in the dimness of night was somewhat unimpressive, but the sights and smells reminded him for some reason of home. Ah, if only the moon had been out!  He scowled up towards the sky, his fierce expression melting away as the night breeze washed over him. Who was he fooling? No one could be angry about anything when life was just quite so beautiful as it seemed in that moment.<br/><br/>On his way towards the door, Felix reached out and plucked a single flower from a nearby bush, twirling it between his fingers. He held it up towards the sky, hoping to gain some silhouette from the gesture and was momentarily again irritable that there was so little light. He could see to navigate, which was supposedly all one needed but the lack of further illumination, be it sun or moon, stole shades of interest from the world around him and forced him to perceive without much in the way of colour. He hated that.<br/><br/>What he could make out of the flower was enough for now, so was the conclusion he achieved when he decided to move towards the door again, humming as he moved. His gait was not determined, but wound its way from one side of the path to the other, bringing him closer to whatever curiosities caught his attention until he could put off an encounter with the door no longer. For a moment, the young man considered some manner of announcement, the doorbell or a knock. He considered it until he reminded himself that vehicles had been parked around, indicating at least some other people were present. What was a party if one called the host away from his friends? Felix was in a lighthearted mood as he pushed the door open...<br/><br/>When he found a slight chill on the other side of the portal, found himself in a home that would have made the old nuns' noses twitch, all thoughts of the previous moments in his night were driven out of his mind. Gone was the image of the pretty girl who had given him a ride to the crossroads nearby, along with the sound of her laugh, the sight of her blush and the feeling of warmth from inside the cab of her old, sturdy pickup truck. Gone was the fine meal he'd shared with an old man in the park, listening to stories of a war in times gone by and marveling at the strident swathes of colour from the setting sun. No longer did he have the lingering memory of the day's classes, the smile of the woman who had given him his espresso or the daylight violinist at the park. Instead, the house seemed much the same as the world outside, rising to the challenge of giving him much to be thankful for and little to be happy to find.<br/><br/>For a moment, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end and he shivered slightly to bring himself out of the nasty pit that seemed to swallow him from the pit of his stomach. So out of character, these thoughts, and unpleasant! Such a silly place to find startling, too, considering it was a long way from shabby in any particular sense. Instead it felt old. It<em>smelled</em>old. Except...<br/><br/>The scent that came to him then was unmistakably the sweet scent of something young and beautiful, warm and inviting. He smiled a smug little smile and began to climb the stairs.<br/><br/>By the time he heard other voices, Felix had managed to peek into half a dozen spaces that crossed his path, very nearly deciding on following the scent of food to an adventure beyond until he remembered that there was someone waiting on him. "Lo siento, my friend." He sighed, patting the wall in a manner generally reserved for the affections of the familiar. "But we will have to wait and explore another day." He'd asked for this, after all. One didn't overhear a conversation about such a unique experience and not pursue an invitation. In fact, he'd almost thought that the professor wasn't going to allow him to join his classmates, and so found himself pursuing an invitation with all the more determination.<br/><br/>"Buenos noches, everyone!" He said finally as he managed to open yet<em>another</em>door only to find that he had finally tracked down the right one. He stepped inside with a warm smile on his face, looking around to see where he would be making himself comfortable this time around. It was then that he spotted the girl amid the minefield of items strewn about. A look of empathy came over his face then, quickly replaced with his most assuring smile. "Ah, dear. A little trouble, senorita? Please..." It took nothing for the tall man to crouch down, trying to catch her gaze. Felix held the flower out to the woman with the long, blonde hair.<br/><br/>"Hold this for me, will you?" Asking it was easy when it was accompanied by a gentle voice, his other hand already working to pick up anything that looked out of the ordinary for a woman's purse, first. People would expect, for instance, a hairbrush, perhaps a chapstick, maybe a pen or a wallet. These things would not be quite as valuable as some of the other sensitive material a lady sometimes kept about her person. His larger hands were better able to pick up greater numbers of objects, quickly and gently placing them into the purse. "It craves a more delicate touch than mine anyway."<br/><br/>Once the items were safely tucked away, Felix smiled and reached for the purse straps, moving to hand them back to the young woman. Once satisfied that her personal belongings were back in her own possession, he gripped the crown of his hat and lifted it from his head, ducking his head into a respectful bow before allowing the hat to resettle, slightly askew. "It will be much better off with you, I think. Senorita." This time, his smile was just as gentle, the hint of a cheeky grin hard to pinpoint beneath the kind initial impression. He did not wait to see her reaction, instead standing to look about himself for a decent place to perch.