( it's a little relevant given his tumultuous history with ephemera, but whatever. you stab a guy one time and he talks mad shit for the rest of his life and/or lives.
he hums, noncommittal, at that piece of information and glides past him into the room. his dominant, the stranger-slash-doppelganger somewhere in the club, good to know even if he doesn't know who the fuck that is. out of sight, out of mind. )
You have no idea what I consider a good time.
( the room is clean, simple, only one way in and one way out. felix shrugs out of his jacket, discarded carelessly on the back of a chair on his way across the room, and stops near a small table. a place to put little belongings. a place to fuck someone, maybe. potential cover, if that becomes necessary. anything is possible in the city of dreams.
he draws his gun and tucks his thumb across the grip, both hands raised in poised surrender. )
Safety's on. See? ( as he angles his hand, displaying the receiver of his sidearm to crais, the safety clicked in place. he sets it down on the table. ) I'll leave it here, as a courtesy. But just so we're absolutely, 1000% clear: I don't particularly enjoy being caught with my pants down, kinda sensitive about it, actually, it's a whole thing.
( a whole thing that tends to get him killed. )
So if our little rendezvous goes south, it's important to me that you fully understand I don't need a weapon to fuck shit up.
no subject
he hums, noncommittal, at that piece of information and glides past him into the room. his dominant, the stranger-slash-doppelganger somewhere in the club, good to know even if he doesn't know who the fuck that is. out of sight, out of mind. )
You have no idea what I consider a good time.
( the room is clean, simple, only one way in and one way out. felix shrugs out of his jacket, discarded carelessly on the back of a chair on his way across the room, and stops near a small table. a place to put little belongings. a place to fuck someone, maybe. potential cover, if that becomes necessary. anything is possible in the city of dreams.
he draws his gun and tucks his thumb across the grip, both hands raised in poised surrender. )
Safety's on. See? ( as he angles his hand, displaying the receiver of his sidearm to crais, the safety clicked in place. he sets it down on the table. ) I'll leave it here, as a courtesy. But just so we're absolutely, 1000% clear: I don't particularly enjoy being caught with my pants down, kinda sensitive about it, actually, it's a whole thing.
( a whole thing that tends to get him killed. )
So if our little rendezvous goes south, it's important to me that you fully understand I don't need a weapon to fuck shit up.
( it's just a bonus. cards on the table, again. )