[When Feliks is out of town, it's always for days at a stretch, sometimes even weeks. When he comes back, he's always visibly exhausted. Though he's coming around more often than he used to and staying longer, that hasn't changed.]
[He's walking next to one of his Rapidash, a hand on his mane for a sort of mutual support; his fingers bury a little further into the Pokemon's fur when he hears Yuuna's voice, and he takes half a step backwards towards the gate. He doesn't bolt, but it sort of looks like a near thing -- every inch of his body language looks like he's poised on the verge of fight or flight and sort of leaning towards the latter.]
[Fighting to protect her is one thing, but what is he supposed to say to her? He doesn't have enough hate in him to really stay angry long at someone who's never meant to hurt him, but every time he thinks he's getting over it, the word dead hits him in the gut again, and the only thing he can think to do in self-defense is to reject it, by any means necessary.]
Oh! Um... Yuuna. Hi. I'm, uh... I'm late for... tea, actually? With... some people?
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[He's walking next to one of his Rapidash, a hand on his mane for a sort of mutual support; his fingers bury a little further into the Pokemon's fur when he hears Yuuna's voice, and he takes half a step backwards towards the gate. He doesn't bolt, but it sort of looks like a near thing -- every inch of his body language looks like he's poised on the verge of fight or flight and sort of leaning towards the latter.]
[Fighting to protect her is one thing, but what is he supposed to say to her? He doesn't have enough hate in him to really stay angry long at someone who's never meant to hurt him, but every time he thinks he's getting over it, the word dead hits him in the gut again, and the only thing he can think to do in self-defense is to reject it, by any means necessary.]
Oh! Um... Yuuna. Hi. I'm, uh... I'm late for... tea, actually? With... some people?
[Gods, he needs to learn to lie.]