[felix is walking here. he's walking. from the kitchen, back to his little basement hole, to do more Sword Stuff. when he walks past claude, he barely spares him a glance—just a curt nod—before walking on.
then stopping dead in his tracks.
then running back the way he came.
finally coming to a standstill even with claude, brows knitted together in consternation.]
Claude. What are you... [he gestures vaguely to his own face, which is writ large with confusion] doing.
no subject
then stopping dead in his tracks.
then running back the way he came.
finally coming to a standstill even with claude, brows knitted together in consternation.]
Claude. What are you... [he gestures vaguely to his own face, which is writ large with confusion] doing.