( it takes two seconds for felix to step through the door, palm flat on ephemera's chest, and less than half a second for him to snag his wrist and pull his prodding fingers away from his eyepatch. built-in instinct. his reaction time stays relatively sharp even while fielding a throbbing migraine. also instinct. )
Stop that, asshole. Boots first, food later.
( he is very much barefoot.
the door kicks shut behind him. he squeezes past ephemera and sits at the edge of the bed, working his feet into his boots one at a time and nimbly tying his laces. criss-crossed all the way to the ankle, then wrapped once around the shaft, the extra slack tucked tight into the back of the boot. uniform. more instinct.
he talks while he works. )
Did anyone give you shit last night?
( sometimes that happens when felix starts a scene and ephemera has to bail him out. )
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Stop that, asshole. Boots first, food later.
( he is very much barefoot.
the door kicks shut behind him. he squeezes past ephemera and sits at the edge of the bed, working his feet into his boots one at a time and nimbly tying his laces. criss-crossed all the way to the ankle, then wrapped once around the shaft, the extra slack tucked tight into the back of the boot. uniform. more instinct.
he talks while he works. )
Did anyone give you shit last night?
( sometimes that happens when felix starts a scene and ephemera has to bail him out. )