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[Feliks looks like he's in Union for the moment -- in a noble house, by the looks of the fancy furniture and his high-fashion outfit. He's got his boots off, on the floor next to the couch where he sits with a Growlithe curled up next to him, petting a tuft of fluffy fur.]

You guys seriously have zero chill, you know that? Like, I go out for a couple of weeks and come back and you got all mixed up with gods again?

Never a dull moment, I guess... But seriously, way to have all the excitement without me! Super rude, Union. You're gonna hurt my feelings or something, all hanging out without me and junk.

So? How badass was it?

[Action - Various places around the Business District + Teeter's]

[As usual when he's in town, Feliks has errands all over the shopping district. He spends the morning restocking on potions, food, and assorted adventuring supplies, then hits up some of the mid-range clothing shops for things to wear out in the field, things that aren't too fussy or too fragile.]

[In the afternoon, he steels his nerve and goes to his old favorite high-end shops. He gets fitted for a few new suits at a good tailor's, then ends up in one of the fancy dress shops, laughing and making a fuss, teasing the attendants and any other patrons nearby as he tries on one thing after another. All in all, he seems in great spirits, with the exception of one moment when he catches sight of himself in a mirror -- dressed up and laughing with the fire stone necklace glinting at his breast, and the weight of the last year comes crashing back all of a sudden. He ends up having to sit down for a moment to recover, like it's a damn fainting spell -- and of course, all the people working here know all the stupid noble gossip, so they know exactly what his problem is, but he still finds himself making excuses to anyone nearby.]

Sorry, my bad -- I think this corset's a little tight after all! Haven't been wearing them for a while, you know?

[In the evening, he ends up in Teeter's, because the classier places have never actually really been his scene. After a couple of drinks, any hints of shyness are well and truly gone from him.]

Hey, hey -- I'm bored. Wanna do something fun? Like, like a drinking contest. Or a dancing contest. Or a drinking and dancing contest!

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[~~No worries, he tends to rub people the wrong way from time to time! The whole habit of being flippant about serious things as a way to cope with them doesn't always go over well, in particular.~~]

[He wrinkles his nose, slightly visibly annoyed for a moment.]

Yeah, I've got one or two, but thanks for that advice.

[Somewhere between getting Mega-Evolution demonstrated on him, all his own misadventures in the wilderness, Caldera, Sanctuary, Heatran's rampage, Darkrai's nightmare world, the Enhanced, and the whole awful excursion to the past, he's lost a bit of his patience for people treating him like a useless, wet-behind-the-ears noble brat.]

I mean, I get it's not exactly a picnic, but that doesn't mean you have to act like it was boring.

[He closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. Savior help him, he did not have the patience for this.]

[He knew his thoughts were immediately biased against this guy, for having been a member of Caldera's Battalion of Steel for so long. He's been up close and personal with wars and battles and an innumerable amount of "badass" situations that would result in the sort of stories Feliks is looking for, and it's entirely chafing to see it viewed the way he is.]

[He tries to keep an open mind, regardless. Everyone had their reasons.]

[With it being called boring, he just has to sigh and drag his hand down his face, fixing Feliks with an incredulous look.]

What part of "facing literal manifestations of your worst nightmares" sounds boring to you?

[He gives a little shrug, seeming pretty unaffected by any amount of obvious stress and incredulity.]

The way you're telling the story? I don't know.

[He doesn't need to be so negative about it, does he?]

[He inhales, tries to formulate a response, and fails. Exhaling, he shakes his head and puts both his hands up.]

I'm not here to tell stories of other people's misfortune.

Does anybody ever tell you you're kind of a downer?

[Pops his lips.]

No one until you.

Huh, weird.

[He shrugs. A Gardevoir teleports onscreen with a distinctly scolding noise, because what has she told him a thousand times about being rude to strangers?, then curtsies apologetically towards the Warp Band's camera.]

[He forces a smile.]

Yeah, weird.

[The Gardevoir startles him and he nods his head toward her, uncertain. He can't understand Pokemon worth a damn, so he's not entirely sure what she's trying to convey.]

[She picks up on his confusion, sighs, and makes as sympathetic a facial expression as she can for the camera. She's just. Very sorry about his manners, she really is...]

What? What are you giving him that for, I totally didn't do anything!

...Anyway, if you're gonna go running off into trouble either way, you might as well think of it as an adventure!

[He chuffs softly, shaking his head.]

I dunno what sort of life you lead, kid, but I've been in the Battalion of Steel for almost ten years. There's nothing adventurous about battle or the stories you consider to be "badass".

Edited 2015-08-09 00:42 (UTC)

[He heaves a sigh, slinging his arms around his knees.]

Right, I haven't seen anything 'cause I'm a kid. Never mind, like... literally anything I've been doing since the earthquakes at the start of last year. It's totally not that I don't see the point getting all grim about stuff, right?

Having seen things or not, you're making light of a lot of things that shouldn't be treated as a story to be told for shits and giggles. You don't have to be grim because I'll admit I'm an old man about that, but you're belittling the hardship of others.

How come that has to be a bad thing?

[He's sort of vaguely aware that he's picking a fight over nothing, and that it's been happening a lot these past 10 months, but he's never been much good at getting along with people, has he? And deep down, subconsciously, he feels far safer arguing than talking about the things he's struggling with.]

There's nothing wrong with wanting to make a problem lighter and littler! I don't see anyone else complaining except for you.

Except that it's not your problem to decide the severity of. I'm not going to argue this with a child, though.

[He's. Very annoyed.]

[His fingers grip a little too tight in the Growlithe's fur, waking him up. After a confused yelp, he notices that Feliks seems upset, and immediately starts growling at the bad man on the Warp Band who's upsetting his ~~cinnamon roll~~ trainer.]

Ugh, gods, what is your problem? Now you're gonna get all "oh I'm so above arguing with a child!" when you've been on my case for no reason this whole time?

[...Even Feliks is aware that's not an entirely accurate way of reading the situation, but he feels picked on, and basically doesn't even know how to back down when he feels picked on.]

I never said I was above arguing with a child, and also you're only proving my point. Mind your own business, don't glorify the problems of others, and then I'll give you the time of day.

And... why exactly would I ever need the time of day from you?

I dunno, you're the one still responding. I'd say that's asking to be heard and given the time of day.

Wh-- you started it! You're totally the one who talked to me in the first place, and you're still responding, too!

[He's too flustered to even sound properly catty, all of a sudden.]

Yes, but I'm in no position to care if you're giving me the time of day. I came here to prove a point, and I've proven it. You helped, of course.

[He's pointedly being a shit now.]

What point? That you're a sanctimonious jerk and apparently super into yourself?

[Savior give him the strength to not give this kid a piece of his mind. He clicks his tongue and tries to keep his tone pleasant.]

Morals are very important, after all.

Uh-huh.

Depends on what the morals are.

The first thing we've agreed on.

So, like they say, even a blind Houndour finds a bone now and then?

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