BANG, BANG !

RETROSPECTIVELY :  he warned them.  was very specific, actually.  felix remembers what he said, word-for-word.  but considering his tendency to monologue it was better summarised as ‘don’t ask any more questions’.  don’t ask any more questions because it makes locus uneasy; the vague stiffness of his shoulders reiterates itself, and the white-knuckled tenseness of his hands comes back, too.  it doesn’t ever occur to felix that by creating REASONS to react exclusively on impulse, he ends up pulling off with the same effect.

it doesn’t matter.  it doesn’t matter, since as soon as he hears the where-what-when-why-how he’s standing up.  all ready; baseball player’s poise legs tense with anticipation, hands moving so fast and matter-of-factly from his waist that it’s difficult to figure out what happened until that grotesque TCHINK is heard.  muffled by what you can assume is a knife moving through a skull and brain matter and it’s all the rest; felix doesn’t know the details, didn’t particularly care about physiology classes and all that.  their former questioner was the best option for providing information, he knows.  but there’s a point where there’s TIME CONSTRAINTS; where his patience runs thin and his control runs even thinner.

(IT’S NO BIG DEAL)  but felix glances down at the burn marks and the sickly scent of lingering ozone that clung to his shoulder plates, anyway.  not even to sink into it; not enough to burn through much one past shields, but he supposes that it’s still somewhat of a good reason to be concerned about others.  even strangers in little off-world space station drops; all armour clad and very stoic looking, if it weren’t for the way he swung his arms with every step and held his head high.

                ❛ that? it’s literally nothing. ❜

              ❛ no -------- no-one -------- it’s fine, okay? leave it be. ❜

  the fact that his words are more gentle now then they usually are (no cursing, particularly) is greatly OVERTHROWN by the venom in his voice. all spitsnake and grabby; rattle tail moving wild and his gestures even more so, with hands moving wildly through the air in a way that indicated that he was aiming to flip the other off, but couldn’t figure out what kind of subtle way to do it.  it’s not his best idea, of course.  and it sends spasms of pain crawling hungrily up his sides;  felix’s hands snap back down to the wound he’s been trying to ignore, pressing tightly against the torn skin.  he sighs through his nose; eyes downcast and fingers tight, concerned.  still unsure about what it was that happened, but considering the ringing in his ears and the dryness of his throat, the details were probably the least important part of it.

❛ i dunno, you just seem like the sort who’s always an asshole to some degree. ❜