#ix.r

He couldn’t help it, while Felix retracted the object on reflex he began to let out a faint laugh. “I’m sorry! You were talking too much, you made me lose my focus. Jesus.” Calming down the slightest, but still holding a grin on his face the male set down the letter opener and traded it for a damp washcloth instead. “Let me see, it can’t be that bad. I hope.”

In his line of work Felix genuinely had paranoia about anything and everything. He'd been leaving a function thrown by his boss and everything just felt uneasy; even though he was smoking a cigarette for that very reason it didn't seem to help him shake the feeling of something wrong. It was pretty late, so why anyone would be following in his direction seemed unknown. So Felix did what he did best, struck first to keep himself intact. The blade he kept beneath his sweatshirt was unsheathed and with one step back the male turned around and lodged it into the hip of the stranger. Felix didn’t talk, his lips still around the stick of menthol that burned cherry red while he released the knife and swiftly pat down the now injured male. It took a moment, before Felix ripped the stick from his mouth and tossed it. “What the fuck are you doing following my ass like that? Shit..” The boy released a faint laugh, a finger resting beneath his nose while he eyed the protruding weapon in the males body. “Well that’s my bad, genuine mistake. I startle easily. Good thing I didn’t aim for your liver.” It was abnormally normal to him while he spoke, removing his sweatshirt while doing so. “I kinda need that back, let me help ya.”