There's movement on the third floor this afternoon, unusual when it's more than rat-sized noise, and this is definitely more than rat-sized noise. The culprit is more than Felix-sized, even, or at least more than his usual size, since he's in Glabro, carting things out of the room he's presumably decided should be used and finding places to force them into the other rooms instead. From the space made so far and the amount of sweat he's worked up so far, he's probably been at it for rather a while now. He's singing to himself, relatively quietly and sounding rather more like Tom Waits than usual, considering.

Heading up to the third floor is Justin, curious to what the noise is. "Hey." He breathes out as he gives a quick look about. "Benny passed his fostern challenge by the way last night." He ambles over to look at the boxes that has been drug about. "You clearing the place out so we can set up the weights?"

"...or feed you poisoned birthday cake, I won't deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone," Felix is singing cheerily, even odder in the glabro voice than the original song, and at some point he's abandoned his shirt again; he picks it up when he turns to the footsteps and voice, using it to wipe sweat off the back of his neck. "Hey," he greets, breaking off, "...well, hey, 'grats Benny. Next you. An' yeah, figured I might as well get started on it." It's not just boxes; he's carted out desks and chairs and a bookcase or two that had been stored in there as well, and gotten most of it into other rooms already. Some things are still on the landing, waiting to be tetrised somewhere.

Justin nods his head as he shifts his jaw. "Hopefully me. Maybe I'll get killed. Marcos made it clear it was not gonna be easy." He says as he runs a hand through his raggedy hair. "Figure if I fail then it gives Benny all the motivation to take Alpha from me." Grabbing a desk, he starts to haul it away as well. "Whatcha need me to do?"

Felix studies the currently just-slightly shorter guy for a moment, then half-smiles. It's not quite as attractive on that version of his face, but hey. "Nah," he says, "Next, you. Whatever it is, you'll handle it, man. Plus, power of positive thinkin' an' shit like that." He turns to consider the state of the room, then the landing and the other rooms, all of which have their doors open so the state of their contents is visible at present. "You reckon we can get everythin' still in here into one of the other rooms? 'cause I could cart everythin' outta here an' to the landing, then you could find places to shove shit, prolly be more efficient. No point takin' out more from here than we can get somewhere else, though."

"Sure, I don't see why not." Justin says as he grabs something to carry. "So, I kinda found something the other day which I think is interesting. Mom shipped me a bunch of stuff to this PO Box she set up for me." Lugging a large box to the door, he flops it down, then pushes it forward with his foot.

"Yeah?" Felix says, heading deeper into the room to snag one of the remaining bookcases that've been shoved against each other along one wall, "What kinda stuff?" He wrangles the thing to the door, taking a moment of consideration before he shifts his hold on the wood and tilts it to get it through the hole. "I mean, if you found somethin' interesting, I'm guessin' we're not talkin' home-made cookies. Not that those ain't interestin'."

Justin gives a shake of his head and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pair of worn keys that dangle from a lucky rabbit's foot. "Car keys. Also an envelope with my name on it. Dad wrote me a letter I guess. You know, rambly stuff about a dad talking to his son. Talking 'bout how proud he was and can't wait to see me."

Felix stops, just for a moment, glancing over at Justin before continuing across the landing to where some things already sit and adding the bookshelf to the grouping. "That's pretty cool," he says, "...good thing to read? How come she didn't give it to you 'til now?" He turns and disappears back into the other room, looking around and this time choosing a desk. "Y'know what the keys are for?"

"From what I can see it's a van." Justin says as he looks at the keys in his hand, giving them a bit of a jingle. "He called it the Mystery Machine." He grins in amusement. "Said that he and the tribe would use it to get around the city. Included a picture of it." He holds it out as he unfolds it from his pocket, showing a bright green van and windows. The tires look like they have seen some years at the time. In front of the picture is a number of people posing for the camera. His father, Yi, Junior, Joey and Kaz. He thumbs it a few times thoughtfully as he shifts his jaw to one side.

Felix sets the desk down, coming over to check out this picture. "Heh. Mystery Machine ain't bad, for a van," he says, and studies the people there. "Reckon they're all Gnawers?" A slight pause, touching one edge of the photo with a fingertip. "...reckon any of 'em are still around somewhere?" Another moment of looking them over, and then a glance to Justin. "He say where you'd find it? I mean, looks like he wanted you to."

Justin gives a shake of his head. "No, no clue where to find it. That's Yi right there." He points to the asian girl. "And that's Kaz." He points to the Metis. "I don't know who those other two guys are. I only know of Kaz and Yi because mom talked about them all the time. Said they were his best friends. They are Gnawers, yeah. Old school Gnawers here."

The photo gets some more studying when Justin identifies the women in it. "Kaz... I think I've heard of her," Felix says slowly, "Galliard, yeah? I think Tiff mentioned her a couple times, knew her from the Sept she rited at. ...admired her a lot, I got the feelin'." He looks the Metis over as if more reasons why might be evident. "Bet someone else 'round here knows who the guys are. If you wanted to find out."

"Probably, but really it's not even important. I have no clue how to find the van. It's been fifteen years and it is probably in a dump somewhere or stolen or whatever. Maybe one of these guys took it after he died." Justin says as he shrugs his shoulders. "If dad saw my car now, that'd be hilarious. Bet his eyes would bug out."

Felix tilts his head, considering. "Yeah, maybe. But you got the keys. Might be there's another set, might be they hotwired it, ain't like it'd be hard on that thing, might be it got towed. But, might be it's still around somewhere. I'll try an'... I'll think 'bout it." He pauses. "...if it still exists an' it's not too far away, maybe we could find it with Questin' Fry. I mean, might take us some doin', but. Could work. Havin' those keys'd help."

Justin chuckles in amusement. "Sure, we can try it if you want. If we get bored enough. It's not a big deal though. Just an old van." He says as he stubs his foot a few times on the floor, then tucks the key and pictures into his pocket. "When are you gonna challenge for Fostern by the way?"

Felix shrugs, glancing off toward the room he's been emptying out. "Your dad wanted you to have it. You oughta have it, assumin' there's still an it to have." He heads back to grab the last of the desks, with another eloquent shrug as he goes. "Dunno. When it seems like I'm ready, I guess. I'd say when I stop fuckin' shit up an' get all responsible, 'cept I ain't sure there's any of us gonna live to see THAT day." He grins like it's entirely a joke; it's hard to tell just how much of it actually is. "Nah, I dunno. I said before I ain't real ambitious, 's still true. Bein' Cliath's got shit to recommend it. But I reckon I'll do it 'ventually. Why? You thinkin' I oughta be catchin' up to y'all sooner rather'n later?"

"I don't know, I always feel weird if I'm ranking someone that has been around longer than me. I kinda want to see us all grow together." Justin yawns as he looks about the room, then starts to frame it with his hands as he squints one eye shut in thought. "Maybe you and Three-Mountains can start doing some Galliardy shit with Alicia. She has her nose in everything."

"...when'd you change?" Felix asks, looking toward Justin again as he manhandles that desk out onto the landing. "Yeah, though, I wouldn't mind doin' some Galliardy shit with her." He smirks, shaking his head, "...an' now that just sounds wrong. Like some kinda innuendo. I mean proper Galliardy shit, though. Obviously."

"Yeah, bad enough you're already doing galliardy shit with her daughter." Justin says with a sneer over towards him as he grabs another box full of 'junk' and carries it to the landing. "You're lucky I'm a nice guy and I keep my mouth shut about some things."

Felix laughs, glancing over at Justin and though there's a hint of surprise, he entirely fails to look guilty. "That," he says, "would be improper Galliardy shit. Ain't the same thing at all. Fun, though." A particularly roguish grin, bordering on feral. It's a much thinner border when he's in that form; the sharp teeth say 'predatory' even in innocent expressions, which the current one is decidedly not. "And you bein' a nice guy's parta why we're friends. Who'd be happier for you tellin' people, anyhow?"

"I don't know, figured maybe Henry outta know you're fucking his girlfriend, seeing how he's a nice guy as well, and a good friend." Justin says as he rolls his shoulders, then hefts up another box in his arms. "But I'm not gonna say anything, I don't need to get involved in that drama."

"Ain't no one that'd make life better for," Felix says, setting the desk down and eyeing the other rooms again, looking for a desk-sized spot, "...an' if they're s'posta be exclusive, he must not be takin' proper care of her, 'cause I ain't the one that got things started. But I hate to disappoint a lady." There's a faint smirk on the last comment, but not the rest.

"Maybe she's a slut and you're enabling her." Justin says rather crudely as he dumps the box down on top of another. "It's not hard to say no when you're already married to a hot kinfolk." He says with a bit of frustration in his voice. "She used to fuck Reed also before she hooked up with Henry. So, maybe you're turning the Sept's door knob. I just think it's messed up."

Felix shrugs slightly, sitting on the desk for a moment and watching Justin. "So what's so bad about bein' a slut?" he asks, "I like a girl who knows what she wants. An' ain't afraid to go get it. Shit, I like a guy who does, just not the same way." He leans back on his hands. "Three guys ain't exactly breakin' any records anyway, man. And I ain't even gonna try an' claim I ain't ever a hypocrite someways, but gettin' upset over how many people someone's fucked ain't one of 'em." He sighs, glancing toward the ceiling. "People're just made different, okay? Some of us are born to be Boy Scouts an' some of us just ain't."

"It doesn't matter that she's fucking people, it matters that you're fucking her and Henry is your friend dude. He was our packmate. Our Alpha. Maybe you want to live a life without morals and whatever but that's just not who I am." Justin shakes his head. "Where am I putting these boxes at?" He says as he changes gears, fingers digging into the cardboard he holds.

Felix flops back on the desk with another sigh, head over the far edge and dropping back, and studies the ceiling. "Wherever they fit," he says, "it's all basically Tetris at this point anyhow. Maybe we oughta actually get rid of some of this stuff, or somethin'." He's silent a bit before saying more quietly, "I got morals. They just ain't all the same as yours."

Shrugging his shoulders upwards, Justin continues to shift the boxes, neatly stacking them one on the other. "Yeah, we should dig through them and throw out the crap that is actually trash. We're starting to look like hoarders."

Felix is in Glabro, his boots and pants, and nothing else, lying on his back over a desk on the landing, legs dangling down one side and head off the other. Justin's stacking boxes in one of the rooms. All the doors are open, and one room is nearly emptied out, the others even more full than they used to be, with some boxes and furniture still on the landing. Felix closes his eyes, spreading out his arms along the desk to either side, like a strange sort of crucifixion. "Yeah. And if we emptied more of these out, we could use 'em for shit. I dunno what, but. More bedrooms if more people show up, maybe, not that we're awful overcrowded now or nothin'..." He sounds somewhat subdued, not quite his usual self.

It's unlikely that the two of them hear the main library door opening and shutting quietly, or Lilah heading up to the second floor. It's less unlikely that they hear her coming upstairs to greet them, a smile on her face. She's got a plastic bag in one hand, and it's possible they might smell bacon, delicious, life-giving BACON, along with other, lesser foods. She pauses when she sees Felix, her smile faltering just slightly, and then it returns as quickly as it left. "Howdy, y'all," she greets softly.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Justin continues to stare at the boxes, desks, and other things before he turns back to look at the room. Squinting his eyes thoughtfully, he says, "I'm gonna hit up wal-mart and get some large storage containers. Will be easier to move and cleaner too." At the sight of Lilah heading up the stairs, he pauses and gives a wave of his hand. "Hola bonita. Que' Pasa?" He drawls out to her.

Felix opens his eyes and lifts his head at the sound of steps and the smell of bacon, and the smile when he sees Lilah is like the sun coming out, even in his current form. He curls up to sitting, spreading his arms again afterward, but this time to her, invitingly. Well, inviting if one doesn't mind some sweat. "Doll! Heya, beautiful. You home early or've I been up here longer'n I knew?"

Lilah gives a wave of her hand right back, glancing between Felix and Justin, "Hola," she drawls out. "How y'all doin'?" She looks to Felix then, and walks over toward him. "Home a li'l early, but not *that* early." She kisses his cheek before letting him wrap his arms around her, assuming that's what he's going for. "Brought y'all some food. Aint' much, but there's bacon 'n some sausage links 'n mashed potatoes. Feels like we almost always got mashed potatoes left over."

"Cool. Thanks Lilah. I got jerky in my bag so I'll take whatever gets left over if there is anything." Justin says with a yawn. "That or I'll steal free samples from Wal-Mart. They always got those little wienie dogs on toothpicks."

It is indeed what Felix intends, and he wraps his arms around her closely, possibly a bit tighter than ideal given his current strength. Then wraps his legs around her as well, 'cause hey, sitting on a desk, though it seems more like additional-hug than anything else. He nuzzles into her hair for a moment, then releases her enough to tilt her chin up and kiss her properly. The look he gives her afterward is far too adoring to work on that weird neanderthal face, but at least it's brief. He scoots over and pats the desk beside him, inviting again and then offering her a hand up. "Nah, you can have half, we can find somethin' else after if we're still hungry," he says to Justin, then to Lilah, "...'less you ain't eaten yet? In which case," back to Justin, "you can have a third."

Lilah kisses Felix back with her arms around him, sweat or no sweat, and the adoring look she gives him back is far more natural. She scoots up onto the desk with his help, and then swings her legs a bit. "I done ate already, it's fine," she says with a wave of her hand, and to Justin in particular she says, "I brought it home for both o' y'all. You're more'n welcome to half, like he says." She leans her head against Felix's shoulder, and offers him the bag. "Enjoy, y'all."

"Both of us? Like, you planned on us both being here?" Justin smirks. "You can say you brought it for Felix and you're just being nice to me." His voice is light hearted as he shoves another box to the side, then looks confident at the cleared out room.

"Ain't like you bein' here is a big =shock=," Felix points out, with about half a grin to the Ahroun, "number one, you live here, an' number two, if they were writin' up my Known Associates I'm pretty sure you'd be second on the list after Lilah." He kisses the kin in question on the head, and accepts the bag from her, opening it and starting to pull things out and lay them on the desk for partaking. "We got pretty far, huh?" he says, looking over to the emptied room as well, "Now we just gotta clean it, pretty it up, an' get some shit to put in it. Reckon we might could get some of what we need when we head to Walmart."

Lilah glances over at Justin at his words, and ends up nodding to what Felix has to say. "I brought home stuff'd not go bad too quickly. Figured if you weren't here right now, ya could at least have some mashed potatoes." She shrugs, and then gives a small smile to Felix. "Yeah, y'all look like ya done a real good job. If'n you two wanna take a break, I could clean it up, letcha get a rest."

"Eh, it was mostly him. I didn't do much to help out, just a few boxes." Justin says as he gives a slight twitch of his cheek in thought, then gives a stretch. "You two have some time, I'm gonna head downstairs and work on a project. Trying to build a heater for us so we don't freeze during the winter."

Felix looks over at Justin also, fingers tapping briefly on the food container he just set down. "Nah, it went faster with you helpin'," he tells the Ahroun, "...so thanks. You want a hand with anythin' on your project?" As opposed to his, which this apparently is. "Either way, you oughta eat first."

Lilah nods her head to Felix, and kisses his shoulder before saying to Justin, "Yer more'n welcome to eat now. S'still warm 'n all. An' yeah, you need any help on yer project? I could fetch things if nothin' else."

"Alright, I guess I can eat then if you're gonna yank my leg." Justin says as he takes a seat on one of the desks. "I don't think I need help on the heater though. It's just a personal project of mine, fiddling with stuff. One of those things my hands are better at than my brain is explaining."

"We're real bastards like that," Felix says solemnly, finally melting down to homid again. He can always change back for those last few things. "Always forcin' delicious food on people. The only reason my ritename starts with 'Lets' is after some negotiatin' they downgraded it from 'Makes'." He opens up the containers and starts moving food around between them; the potatoes are trickier than the meats, but doable. Once he's got things pretty decently halved, he holds both containers out to Justin, letting the Ahroun choose which he wants. "Let us know if there's any, I dunno, goferin' or thing-holdin' you need done. ...or if you need someone to go acquire some kinda parts or tools or whatever," he offers. He leans in against Lilah again, shifting over the few inches that getting smaller again separated them.

Lilah gets a crooked smile at Felix's solemn words, and silently helps out with the halving. There's an uneven amount of bacon, but there's also an uneven amount of sausage, so someone'll have one more sausage link, and the other will have one more piece of bacon. (There are 3 pieces of each.) There's a truly Herculean portion of mashed potatoes, though, and it's all mostly still warm. Lilah leans back against Felix, resting her head against him once all that's been taken care of.

<OOC> Felix breaks one bacon and one sausage in half. Very democratic. ;)

"Uh.. I don't know, I should be okay. I got all the parts I think I need from the junkyard. I'll tell you how it goes. If it works out, I want to build about three more." Justin says as he takes a piece of bacon and sausage in his fingers, then flops back down and chews on them. "You'll be bored anyways if I was showing you. It's a lot of ... you know.. wires and transformers and batteries and blah blah. Found an easy cheap way on google. All I know it may not work."

Felix keeps the container Justin doesn't take, and digs in. Room-emptying and furniture-stacking is hungry work. "Fine," he says, with a slight eyeroll, and offers his half-bacon-strip to Lilah. "...though for the record, just 'cause I ain't real good at all that mechanical electrical technical shit doesn't mean I think it's borin'. You do cool shit. Although so far I reckon the water heaters're still my favourite. An' gettin' more so every mornin'."

"Water heaters... so grateful for 'em." Lilah nods her head, and then reluctantly accepts the half-bacon-strip from Felix. Once she's got it, though, she shows no problem with digging right into it. Om nom nom! "I love the stuff ya do," she says in agreement with Felix.

Shrugging his shoulders, Justin blows a lock of hair away from his face. "Thanks. I just do what I do for the family. It's important that everyone is taken care of." He assures them both. "It's really nothing. Figure I should put my shop classes to some use while it is still fresh in my head."

Felix smiles faintly when Lilah accepts the bacon, and goes back to eating the rest of it himself. "I never took shop," he says, "...well, I guess I never took a lotta things, dependin' how you look at it, but I never even =ditched= shop. Seems like it mighta been more fun, though." He studies one of his sausages a moment, considering it thoughtfully before taking a bite.

"I never took *or* skipped shop, neither," Lilah says. "You got a talent I ain't got. Seems most people here do." She shrugs, grinning. "Wish I'd'a got a chance to take somethin' like that, but I was-- y'know, nobody *likes* school." Another shrug, and she finishes off her bacon.

"I liked school." Justin says with a mumble. "I had fun until people started getting weirded by me and I found out that I'm dyslexic. I was on the football team. Star wide out. I was in shop. People /liked/ me. Right up until the ninth grade. That was when shit was about to go down and everyone started avoiding me and thinking I'm a freak for no reason out of the blue."

Felix blinks at Justin a moment, tilting his head. "Wait, you made it to ninth grade without findin' out you were dyslexic? An' you LIKED school?" he asks, brow furrowed. "They worked that out on me before I was six, an' I =still= hated most of it. ...people likin' me an' when we did plays an' shit was pretty okay. But people liked me when shit was gettin' closer to goin' down, too. Just not the same people. An' I didn't have to be in a classroom to hang out with most of 'em."

"...high school was all right, I s'ppose. I just. Didn't wanna be there." Lilah shrugs. "'m sorry that happened to ya, Justin. Musta been real upsettin', paired with already bein' upset with the change comin' over ya." She looks to Felix, nodding. "Same for you." Which is paired with a kiss to his cheek.

"Math." Justin points out to him. "I'm math dyslexic. I was okay until I got to algebra, then shit fell apart for me." He says with a frustrated huff under his breath. "Normal numbers are fine, but then they started doing all the letters and other shit, then it went crazy on my brain and I'd get it all backwards and sideways."

Felix quirks a small half-smile. "I can do math okay. Better when it's usin' money. I dunno how I'd do on algebra, though, I wasn't there. Why d'you even NEED letters an' other shit? Isn't there already an infinite number of numbers? I'm SURE I remember 'em tellin' us that." He gives Lilah a slight shoulder-to-shoulder bonk in return for her kiss, but no direct comment. After a moment he adds, "...I'm just the standard kinda dyslexic, I reckon. Don't mostly tell people 'cause they start treatin' me like I'm dumb."

"That's dumb," Lilah decides, shaking her head. "That don't make nobody dumb. Bein' *dumb* makes ya dumb." She bonks her shoulder lightly against Felix's right back. "I do math okay. Cuz I gotta, for tips an' suchlike. People get real mad, you don't give them right change. At Denny's it ain't such a big deal cuz they got them confusin' electronical registers, but back in Fairhope..." A shrug.

"Gotta find Y if you wanna be an engineer or something." Justin says as he shrugs his shoulders. "Only time I'd find Y was when I'd ask ... Why did I have to do this?" Snagging another bite off the growing cold bacon in his fingers, he gives a lick of his lips. "Pretty sure if it wasn't for computers a lot of kids would be idiots."

Felix gives a breath of a laugh at Justin's joke. "I useta find Y all the time. When I wanted a shower." He polishes off all but the last strip of his bacon, then starts using that as a delicious spoon for his mashed potatoes. "...well, maybe you can get computers to find that shit for you so you can get to engineerin', or somethin'."

Lilah also laughs at Justin's joke, and then opens her mouth to reply when Felix speaks up. She shuts her mouth, laughing again, and rests her head on his shoulder. "I reckon you're right, 'bout kids bein' idiots. They got fancy calculator cell phone shit."

"Yeah, kids now can't think for themselves, probably think robots are gonna do all the work for them and all they will have to do is push a button." Justin says with a frown on his face. "Gramps taught me how to do stuff with my hands since I was a kid. Dig a bunker out, run electrical, make clean water."

After Justin heads downstairs, Felix finishes off his potatoes as well, then the bacon-spoon, and sets the container aside, twisting to sprawl longways across the desk so he can rest his head and shoulders in Lilah's lap and look up at her. He studies her a few moments before giving her a small smile, and a "Hey."

Lilah watches him eat, and when he rests his head in her lap, she begins stroking her fingers softly through his hair. She looks down, watching him as he studies her, and returns his small smile. "Hey," she repeats, and then pauses. "How ya doin'?"

[Lilah gets 5 succs to 3 on empathy vs subterfuge...]

"I got you. How could I be doin' any less than fantastic?" Felix replies promptly, giving her a cheeky grin, and reaches up to run his fingers over the back of her neck, beneath the hair. He really is a pretty good actor. It's a great impersonation of himself. Just about flawless. It probably helps that, despite the inherent and intentional cheesiness, on one level he means it quite sincerely. Lilah is, however, quite possibly the world expert in Felixology, and something there just isn't quite right. The walls seem more fragile than usual, with that subdued effect from when she arrived still lurking beneath, along with uneasiness or unhappiness or perhaps both. Still, he's quite genuinely happier for her presence. "An' how're you? No assholes I gotta track down an' get decent tips out of today?"

Lilah smiles softly at him when he replies like that, and she leans into his touch, even as she's watching him sort of or fully lie to her. She strokes his cheek with the back of her hand, and answers, "I'm a'right. 'Cept I got worries 'bout you. You look... y'know." She shrugs. "...talk t'me? What's goin' on?"

Only sort of. Lying by implication isn't a real lie, right? The cheer drains, Felix's hand going still on the back of her neck. He glances away, then closes his eyes and turns his head just a bit toward her touch. "Thinkin'," he answers quietly, and after another second or so, "Reckon Justin ain't real happy with me."

Lilah purses her lips as his hand goes still and his cheer fades. She looks sad to have caused it, lowering her eyes for a few moments. When she lifts them to his face again, she has a sympathetic expression on her face. "Why ain't Justin happy with you?" she asks, frowning, and continues to run one hand through his hair.

"'cause IIIIII ain't got no moooorals," Felix sings softly, opening his eyes and giving her the tiniest of crooked smiles. Sheepish would be too strong to describe the look, but there's something there. Something aside from the hint of apology, also.

Lilah listens to the singing, and strokes his cheek softly, her other hand pausing in his hair. "Y'know ya can tell me anythin', right?" she asks, her brow furrowing slightly. "Beyond the whole likin' you thang, I try not t'judge too much." But sadly, he won't get a chance to speak for a moment, since she bends down to lightly kiss him.

Felix kisses her back, gently, not demanding anything just now. "...I know. I like that about you too," he murmurs, watching her once the kiss breaks. "I don't like... makin' you unhappy, though." He sighs, though, and explains anyway, still quiet, "'s upset about Andrea. Well -- no, not really. He's upset about Henry."

Lilah smiles softly, and places another soft kiss on his lips. "Happy, unhappy. That stuff's passin', y'know? What matters's people. Like you. I wantcha t'be able to talk about anythin'." She strokes his cheek, back and forth, as he speaks, her hand never pausing. "Why's he upset about Andrea... or Henry, f'r that matter?" She looks more confused than upset.

Felix sighs, running his free hand across his eyes, the other still resting on her neck. "Well, I reckon he more or less thinks I'm betrayin' him. 'cause, he says, he's my friend, he was our packmate. 's messed up, he says."

Lilah chews at her bottom lip, her brow furrowing again. "An' how do *you* feel?" she asks, "About all that, I mean. I reckon how you feel about it's pretty important. Y'know, proves intent. Or lack o' intent, to harm." She doesn't stop rubbing his cheek.

There's no immediate answer; Felix appears to be thinking this over. His eyes flick back to hers, then, and the corner of his mouth twists wryly. "Really an' truly?" he asks, "...I feel unhappy it's makin' things weird with Justin. Ain't used to givin' much of a shit what people think, but. He's pack. =Really= pack, not just on the roll call, showin' up once in a blue moon an' phonin' it in. I don't--" He breaks off, and sighs. "He said I was lucky he's a nice guy an' keepin' his mouth shut. I said, who'd be happier for him tellin'? An' if they're s'posta be exclusive then Henry ain't doin' his job," he says quietly, "an' I reckon that's about what I feel about it." He doesn't look away, but it's clear he knows this isn't exactly a 'right' answer.

"I'm sorry t'hear it's makin' things weird," Lilah says with a nod, continuing to stroke his cheek, a small frown on her forehead. It might not even feel pleasant anymore, with as much as she's been doing it. "What all'd he say? An' whatcha think you'll do about it? One way 'r another?"

Felix and Lilah are more or less where Justin left them, except that now Felix has turned to lie lengthwise along the desk so he can rest his head and shoulders in Lilah's lap. She's stroking his cheek, and at a glance they appear to be having a rather quiet, serious conversation. Felix sighs again, watching her; he's quite likely trying to read her reactions and feelings, but if so isn't particularly getting anywhere. The hand at the back of her neck does move around to touch that frown on her forehead, and he says something softly to her.
"'bout which part? I ain't exactly doin' the conversation in order," he says, "Said maybe she's a slut an' I'm enabling her, I asked what's wrong with sluts, he said it ain't about her, it's about Henry bein' my friend, an' maybe I wanna live a life without morals but that's just not who he is. ...anyway. I dunno what I'll do about anythin'."

Lilah nods her head to Felix, and murmurs something softly to him. She keeps stroking his cheek, back and forth, as she adds something else. She ends up rubbing that frown right up against his hand, though some of the frown seems to be smoothed out by his touch.
Lilah nods her head to him, and murmurs softly, "Sounds like he cain't decide how to feel, neither. 'm sorry 'bout all that, though." She keeps stroking his cheek, back and forth, as she adds, "Whatever ya do... y'know. It'll be okay, 'm sure. Leastways with me, if no one else."

Felix gives Lilah a small smile, and leans upward, his hand returning to where it was before to try to pull her down to meet him for a kiss. It's fairly gentle, if lingering. When it breaks, he looks at her a moment longer before lying back down, with a quiet -- although somewhat less quiet than before -- "More'n anyone. Anywhere, ever." His usual fire still seems somewhat dampened, but perhaps not quite as much.

Lilah doesn't seem to mind that kiss one bit, returning it in kind, and then kisses his nose. His words make her blush quite thoroughly, and she lifts her hand from his cheek to run it through his hair. "More'n anyone," she agrees. "Anywhere. Ever."

"...so," Felix asks, playing with one of her curls in return, "IS there anyone I gotta go have a word with vis a vis them fallin' down on their obligations in the social contract an' not tippin' proper?" A touch of dryness suggests a portion of that question may well be lifted out of a word someone had with him about some transgression at some point.

"So," Lilah drawls out, and smiles as he plays with that curl. "I reckon there ain't no one deserves your wrath jus' for stiffin' me on a tip," she grins, and bends down to kiss him warmly. When it breaks, she adds, "But if'n there *were* it'd be the suits that come in, spend a hunnerd dollars, an' barely tip nothin'."

Felix nods, giving the curls a light tug and letting to to watch it bounce, then catching it and wrapping it around his finger again. He is, of course, easily kissed, and leans up a bit again to make it easier for her. "Those're the ones we talked about," he says, "The ones who keep orderin' you around, sendin' you back an' forth, never apologise an' then tip pocket change or less. I reckon maybe they deserve at least a BIT of my wrath. I got an awful lot of wrath to give."

"Nah," Lilah says, with a dismissive wave of her hand. She smiles down at him, and idly strokes a hand down his chest, then puts both hands in his hair, massaging his scalp. "I reckon y'should save some wrath for little ol' me," she murmurs, and bends down to kiss him again, more heatedly this time.

"I'm pretty sure there ain't no one in this entire world an' prolly several others who deserves my wrath less'n you do," Felix says, which doesn't in any way prevent him from moving both hands up to help pull her down closer and kissing her back just as hot as she pleases.

Lilah keeps rubbing at his scalp as they kiss, and it's allowed to linger for some time before it breaks. Her cheeks redden as she murmurs a little huskily, "Maybe I like your wrath." She bends down to nibble lightly at his bottom lip.

Felix can't help a slow, rather wicked smile at that murmur. "Gonna be honest, wrath ain't the deadly sin I usually harbour in my heart for you," he murmurs back, playing with her hair again, and he pulls away from her nibbling just enough to nip at her lip in retaliation. "...what kinda wrath you thinkin' I oughta visit on you?"

"What's the usual deadly sin? ...it's jealousy, ain't it?" Lilah teases, grinning down at him. She nibbles at her own lip at that question, her cheeks growing even redder before she murmurs back, "I-- I reckon I'll leave that up to you." Apparently she can dish out the flirting, but she can't take it?

"Hmm... lessee. Nah, not jealousy. Sloth? Nah. Greed, nah. Gluttony... oh! Pride!" Felix decides, grinning back up at her, and he strokes one of her curls back from her face, "Definitely pride." Just enough of a pause, and offhandedly, "An' sometimes lust. Just a li'l bit. On alternate Thursdays." He pulls her down a bit closer, but doesn't yet kiss her, this time. "=I= reckon you just might have some thoughts on what kinda wrath hidin' in that head of yours," he replies, "How can I make a good choice without good info? Basic rule of strategy an' shit, that."

"Ya might have a bit o' pride, it's true," Lilah is forced to admit, "Maybe. A li'l bit." She grins as he continues, and seems vaguely surprised when she's pulled down closer but NOT kissed. What he has to say makes her continue to blush, and she chews at her lower lip. "Sometimes ya just gotta make do with the information ya got. S'tragic, but true." She nods her head firmly. Twice.

Felix rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. "Pride in =you=," he clarifies, "We ain't discussin' my deadly sins in general. Reckon I prolly hit 'em all often enough." He glances aside a moment, deciding, "Maybe not so much envy an' greed. Although on the other hand, maybe. Prolly do a decent showin' on gluttony an' sloth. An' I reckon some folks'd suggest I was reachin' world-class on wrath, pride, an' lust. So hey, if all the people who've told me to go to hell get their wish, 'least I'll've earned it." He goes ahead and claims that kiss, now, taking his time about it. "Y'know," he murmurs, "I'd almost think you were tryin' to MAKE me wrathful by refusin' to tell me what I wanna know."

For whatever reason, his clarification has Lilah smiling and giving him the sappiest of adoring looks. She strokes her thumb along his jawline as she listens to him recount his terrible, terrible sins, and then asks, "Whatcha think... 'm I gonna be able t'earn it, too? I'd hate to get separated an' suchlike now." She returns his kiss, watching him as they do, though his final murmur has her lowering her eyes almost shyly. "That ain't the plan. But I cain't say 's I think it's too terrible o' one."

"I think you might be too good," Felix tells her sadly, "y'know, natural-like. Might be I got your bad instead. But we can always give it a try." He stifles a grin at her remark about the plan, or lack thereof, and can't quite resist, "Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry." He sits up, then, leaning aside to keep from bonking heads when he does, and moves away enough to grab her leg and pull, trying to get her lying on her back along the desk so that he can 'catch' her, straddling her ankles and crawling upward above her, grin slightly feral again and eyes firmly on hers.

"Give it the ol' 'Gnawer try. I might could rise to the occasion," Lilah grins, and laughs at his Felix!Smash. "Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don't." He's easily able to catch her and get her where he wants her, particularly when she catches that feral grin and chews at her lower lip. She looks up at him raptly, reaching out to run her hands down his chest with the lightest of scratches.

"I generally do," Felix purrs, making sure she's nice and trapped when he stops, gazing down at her with that by now familiar Look for a few seconds while she makes those scratches. They get a low growl, and he leans down to kiss her again, just as heatedly but more demanding than before. Wrath may or may not be on the menu, but at least one other deadly sin is definitely in the building.