( ephemera, really. he has opinions on everything.

but he clocks his tension. almost painful how easy of a read ephemera is out of armor, same shit he used to be called out for repeatedly, same shit that he could never scrub. felix gets it, he does, except they can't be rigged up all the time because that shit just isn't fucking practical on a day-to-day. so, he takes point. he never took point with ortez unless he was baiting a target into the open, but he takes point with ephemera. naturally. doesn't even think about it.

flexible in a multitude of ways, apparently. )

Not strong enough. ( through the alley they go, cutting across a busy road to the other side of the street. ) I like it best when I can feel the acid eating away at my insides. The real gnarly shit you can only get outdoors.

( the market is a short walk away. felix rounds to the nearest food cart, lightly touching ephemera's elbow to check him beside him. crepes and croissants and coffee. carb city. perfect.

two coffees for both him and ephemera and a crossiant in a greasy napkin later, they continue their trek through the market. felix picks at his croissant gingerly, juggling his coffee into the cradle of his elbow. )

Take your pick, dude. Then we'll find your paranoid ass a good solid wall.