( ephemera stands on his right instead of his left, giving him his blind side. felix's throat tightens strangely. )

Where'd I go? ( he echoes, and exhales raggedly. where does anyone go when they're already dead? ) After I left, you mean? Nowhere. Chorus. The dirt. Back to being a corpse.

( the before is more complicated. he hadn't intended to go anywhere except back to the down after cutting ephemera loose with the thought of permanently leaving him to his own devices. his rig had been his goodbye and a weird, fucked up version of an apology. sorry for all those times i stabbed you. sorry for making your life more complicated. sorry for giving a fuck, that was my bad. won't happen again, swear on my multi-million dollar rig's life. they weren't supposed to meet again after that, as long as felix could help it, as long as the city didn't sabotage him.

he should've known better, really. karma's not quite finished with him. )

You look good. ( punctuated with a gentle tug to ephemera's hair. his knuckles brush his nape as he drops his hand, hanging loosely at his side. they're close, standing nearly shoulder-to-shoulder. ) It kinda suits you.

( the long hair. reminds him of ortez, before he shaved it all off. )