( spar with him? felix hears it, and he nearly keeps walking. should just go home. stop engaging him. ephemera clearly has no fucking idea what he's doing when he keeps circling back around to felix. painfully naive despite the life he's lived.
halfway across the lot, felix stops. he doesn't turn around. he digs his cigarettes from his pocket and lights another one, realizes he's shaking as he brings it to his mouth. hairline tremor, from the tips of his fingers down to his wrist. he exhales a puff of smoke around his cigarette and flexes his fingers. two names stare back up at him, cemented on his skin.
finally, after a long silence: )
Here? Like this?
( he doesn't have his rig. wouldn't be much of a spar. )
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halfway across the lot, felix stops. he doesn't turn around. he digs his cigarettes from his pocket and lights another one, realizes he's shaking as he brings it to his mouth. hairline tremor, from the tips of his fingers down to his wrist. he exhales a puff of smoke around his cigarette and flexes his fingers. two names stare back up at him, cemented on his skin.
finally, after a long silence: )
Here? Like this?
( he doesn't have his rig. wouldn't be much of a spar. )