"Yeah, well, next time he's not gonna get me by surprise!"

Feliks sipped at his drink, a little sullen--he'd never exactly been a gracious loser, had a little too much tenacity to really accept when something was over.

As for the always more important matter of fashion, Feliks was a bit of an odd case. He was confident as anything in his style and cuteness, and sure he'd look good wearing whatever he wanted to wear, but had little confidence in his attractiveness--perhaps not unlike Lux in a sense, but not unlike Fai and Imogen in that he was unafraid to show off what he had.

"So, are you gonna help check out her butt personally?"