[ He shows up not long after. The door is unlocked, just like Felix said. Ephemera still takes his time, checking for blind spots. For potential ambushes. There are none.
And so, he pushes the door open. ]
Felix.
[ Alive and in the flesh. Ephemera pushes his hood back, staring for a long moment. Wondering at the relief he feels. ]
You got more of those?
[ Cigarettes. The bad habit he hasn’t managed to shake, unlike binge drinking and flipping his shit whenever people brush against him on the street. But some things are burned in deep and even if he’s wearing an eyepatch instead of the prosthetic that never fit right, even if his hair’s long enough to tie back now, some still bleed true in the end. Nicotine settles him, maybe in the same way it settles Felix. ]
no subject
And so, he pushes the door open. ]
Felix.
[ Alive and in the flesh. Ephemera pushes his hood back, staring for a long moment. Wondering at the relief he feels. ]
You got more of those?
[ Cigarettes. The bad habit he hasn’t managed to shake, unlike binge drinking and flipping his shit whenever people brush against him on the street. But some things are burned in deep and even if he’s wearing an eyepatch instead of the prosthetic that never fit right, even if his hair’s long enough to tie back now, some still bleed true in the end. Nicotine settles him, maybe in the same way it settles Felix. ]