( same difference. afraid of what he'll do, afraid of what'll become or devolve into, afraid of what he'll take out in the meteoric process. felix goes momentarily rigid, eyeing crais with another glacial stare, like he isn't sure if he's offended by the comparison. betta fish, notoriously flashy and temperamental with company.

he quirks a single eyebrow and shrugs, lifting the bottle to his mouth again. fair enough. no worse than being called feral. )

I'm down a fucking brain cell. ( has been, since his arrival. ) I'm still breathing, obviously, so simmer down, Crais.

( going 1v1 with drake hadn't exactly been his choice, anyway. it just happened, like most things in this goddamn city. everything that came after the fighting, however, had been a very direct choice on felix's part, from wedging drake's hips between his thighs to writhing right down on his dick. maybe not a choice drake ever saw coming, or predicted for himself.

but for felix it was just a fucking tuesday. same shit, different dick. )

I didn't kill him, either.

( could have. easily. he didn't. )