#felixthegoodboy

Felix had been hearing a lot of strange sounds in the cells recently, even at night when he thought everyone would be asleep. He would hear moans, thuds and creaking of beds, as if the beds were going to break. He was scared it could be ghosts. Tonight had been extra noisy, he was so confused that no one else seemed to be reacting to it, maybe they knew what it was. He got up as he saw someone passing by his cell and quickly ran over to them “Excuse me.” he squeaked out as he reached out between the bars and grabbed their arm “C-Can you please tell me what those sounds are? I-I keep hearing them down here and it’s making me nervous…” 

Wat stopped his usual nightly prowl. He was getting bored. The confusion that Wilder constantly left him in, the uneasiness he felt in any efforts he made to pursue his former lover any further, made him push any real thought or feeling away at times... It was too much. And more importantly too dire of consequences to get wrong. Again.

So he would prowl at night... Take some slave to bed, for a meal, the more innocent the better. And he watched this boy grab his arm... and ask such a dear, innocent question. And Wat felt the terrible urge to toy with him.

He grabbed the boy’s arm lightening fast, exchanging their grip. His other arm moved through the bars to the boy’s waist, pulling him close enough to grind his crotch against the bars.

Felix had been feeling a little out of sorts since he had arrived at the institute, he had been going to class and learning as much as he could but damn, learning was exhausting. Usually after every class he ended up taking naps, he really hadn’t had a chance to socialize which was starting to get him a little depressed, an emotion he had not felt for a long time. He sighed and sat up on his bed. “School life is rough…” he grumbled to himself

Ash had wandered down to the cells to see Orion but when she got there she realized he was either still in class, or he was working, so after shooting off a couple text messages to him, she started to walk to the stairs to get out of the cells before she heard the comment from the cells. “No kidding,” she agreed as she paused at the door and looked at the slave who had spoken. “Who would have thought college was going to be like this?” 

Felix had arrived in the cells, a collar now around his neck once again. Though he couldn’t quite figure out why he was in a cell. As someone passed, Felix perked up and ran to the cell bars excitedly “Excuse me! I um…Why am I in a kennel? W-Was I bad?” he asked, his eyes almost welling up with tears at the thought of being a bad boy. “I-I promise…I’m a good boy. I’ve never bit anyone or destroyed any shoes. I’m a good boy.”

Every time Qhuinn went down to the basement, she was reminded of why she tried to avoid it. As much as that may have caused her a butt-load of guilt. But sometimes certain situations couldn’t be helped, and that’s where she found herself right now. Rubbing her enchanted ring like a worry stone as she left the room of a grant student who had been to weak to make it to the clinic. Just a few more steps and she would be home...dammit. Like she could really run away from that?! “What..do you mean honey? You’re not in a kennel..” The feelings flowing from the male caused the empath to shudder, but she couldn’t leave without at least trying to help.

As the door opened Felix perked up to see Wade there to greet him. He hopped past the guard and gave the professor a big hug instead of taking his hand. “Hello professor! Your house is so pretty!” he stated quickly not really caring about the guard, his whole focus on the professor.

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“Thank you,” Wade chuckled. He smiled a little bit, grabbing Felix’s hand, and dragging him inside. He ignored the guard, closing the door on him. He didn’t want to bother with pleasantries. He just wanted to spend time with Felix. That was all that was needed. 

“How are you?” he asked him, guiding him inside. “Would you like the tour? Would you like something to eat? Or would you just like to...hang out?” he asked him. He chuckled. “Whatever you want.” 

“You have experienced more, though. Just different things than a human might have,” he told him. “There’s nothing wrong with that.” He smiled a little bit at the other man. He cocked his head to the side and rubbed the back of his neck. “As far as the kissing goes, give it time. It will happen when it’s supposed to,” he said. “There’s someone out there for you.”

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Felix covered his ears as the banging of the drums was so loud but he couldn’t stop watching the paint bounce with the beat, it was rather hypnotizing. He made a made a little confused expression as Rowan got some of the paint in her mouth and he finally uncovered his ears to hear her speak. “Is…Is that english? Sorry I don’t speak whatever language that is..But I have this” he pulled out a napkin from his pocket and handed it to her. “You can keep that if you’d like? Are you okay? Paint usually tastes pretty gross” he stated, speaking from experience when he got a little too curious as a dog. “Also…You’re barely wearing any clothes…Do you want my jacket?”

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Rowan gratefully took the offered napkin and used it to wipe out her mouth.  Considering there was a Mistress right next to her banging right along with her, she was probably being a little paranoid about the toxicity of the paint.  “It is English, I was just trying not to swallow.”  She took a few beats before laughing, high as a kite with no regrets.  “Probably the first time I’ve said that since coming to the island.  Coming!”

“Oh, man, that sucks,” Dakota said, wrinkling their nose just a little bit. They sighed, and rubbed the back of their neck. “This is going to sound weird, but I’m rather good at hand massages.” 

“Well, you really need to quit doing that,” Raven chuckled, grinning a little bit at him. She smirked a little bit, and her eyes twinkled just a bit. “Hey, what do you say we go get some coffee or something? Cheer you up a bit? Wake you up a bit?”