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TEXT / VOICE / VIDEO / ACTION NOTE: felix generally responds to everything in text, even voice or video calls. expect 90% of his replies to be text-based regardless of urgency.

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[requiemshark]

[ No one else calls him T there. No one else has ever tried to. Ephemera touches his knuckles to his mouth, wondering what that means - if anything. Names have weight to them, an impact beyond the obvious, but how he and Felix orbit each other seems to defy the usual logic. But here they are.

He shrugs and moves to stand next to Felix, taking the cigarette easily. He doesn't realize he's put Felix into his blindspot until it's already happened. ]

You look tired. Where'd you go?

[ It comes out soft. They're both dead men come back. Right now, the only place they're alive is this fucked up city. ]

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( 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. )

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I figured.

[ Ephemera takes a long drag on the cigarette, letting the nicotine burn as it goes down. Letting it settle in him, another one of those bad habits that gentles his edges. That lets him remember what it's like to breathe and exist without all the shit that made him what he is. Was a time not so long ago when he had a different name. When he was, at best, only half a person. Felix knew him then, though not well. But then, that had been the point. They hadn't been a thing to each other by design.

The answer, he supposes, really isn't much of a surprise. He's never been one for god or afterlives. But he huffs a little as Felix tugs his hair, a faint smile ghosting over his face. It doesn't hurt. ]

I've never had it this long, ever.

[ He exhales, and watches the smoke spiral. And he watches Felix too, and wonders. After a moment, he pulls Felix's sidearm out from his jacket and hands it over. It's loaded. Maybe that was a mistake - or would have been, at one time. ]

I don't know. Think I like it.