Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (27% full).

Lilah's been left as long as she needs to make her call; Felix headed up to the roof to give her privacy, and now he's idly walking the roof's surrounding wall like it's a not-too-difficult balance beam while he smokes and looks over the city below and around them. He's humming softly to himself, quietly enough that it's not obvious what.

Curse you and your not-obvious humming! It's been at least a half hour since Lilah set out to make the call, maybe even forty-five minutes. She really can jaw, when she sets her mind to it. Probably he's heard her over the last month, chatting to Peggy or her friend Crystal, but calls to the family have been sparse. He can probably hear her coming up the stairs before he sees her, and she leans up against the door leading down. He's TRAPPED! She doesn't speak just yet, instead watching him as walks the wall for several moments. She looks fond, rather than upset, per se.

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Felix glances toward the door when he hears feet on the stairs, then continues as he was, waiting until he hears the hinges before he looks over again. His expression is just short of blank for the first fraction as he assesses her expression and stance, melting immediately into a faint smile as he continues wandering the wall. He lets her watch silently for the moments she seems inclined to, allowing the vague pretense that he doesn't yet really know she's there... although, perhaps inevitably, he starts showing off for her. The casualness remains, though a close look would show it much more studied now, while he throws in some hops, a turn, wandering backward. And then... he gets one of those Ideas. And tries a cartwheel. It's a good one, straight and showy, and it'd be just about perfect if only he hadn't slightly misjudged the landing... and ended up falling off the wrong side of the wall with a yelp and a desperate grab for the corner cupola extension and its spire. That, thank everything, he manages, and clings to it for a moment, breathing hard, before using it to drag himself back onto the roof proper. The cigarette has, unsurprisingly, disappeared in the process.

Lilah smiles, albeit more for his benefit than her own, at least at first. She doesn't protest his showing off; on the contrary, she looks pleased as she watches him, and that doesn't stop when he does the cartwheel. Well, at least until she sees he's having trouble, and her eyes widen. She rushes over toward him, and doesn't appear to find breathing easy right now, even after he drags himself back onto the roof. "Are you--" she starts to ask in a concerned tone, but then thinks better of speaking. Instead, she comes over toward him, wringing her hands a bit and looking more than a little worried. She doesn't touch him, yet at least.

Felix looks about as shaken as one would expect... for maybe five, ten seconds after his feet touch the roof, his hand staying on the iron spire as he turns to look over the spot he nearly fell, and just how far down that would have been. And then it's gone and there's just the adrenaline left, and he laughs, giddy and exuberant, turning back to Lilah with a massive grin and scooping her up to try to swing her around. Thankfully for her nerves, he steps toward her first, so she stays well within the walled area. "Well, I'm awake!" he exclaims almost joyously, "...that was awesome." And he kisses her, if he can get away with it.

Lilah chews at her lower lip as she watches him, eyeing the way he looks over that spot with clear empathy. When he laughs, she blinks twice before chewing at her lip a little harder. He's easily able to kiss her, and though she's still a little pent-up at first, it won't take long until she relaxes again. There's no admonition, or even a light punch to the arm. Nope. Just kissing, and then a bearhug. For now, she has nothing to say.

It's a pretty damn good kiss on Felix's end, at the least, and he's happy enough to be bearhugged, squeezing her right back. He's practically thrumming with energy, and doesn't succeed in the least at keeping his hands behaving, if he even tries. When the kiss breaks, though, it does at least -- if belatedly -- occur to him to take a better look at =her= and make sure she hasn't actually had a heart attack or something. Although since that definitely wasn't CPR, the fact she's still standing is probably a positive indicator.

During that first bit of the kiss, before she relaxes, she does seem a little stiff. But once there's that bearhug and he gets a bit handsy, it's almost like she melts in his arms. Still, she's probably the one to break the kiss, and she presses her forehead against his chest. She strokes his cheek with her fingertips, and then lifts her head up again, leaning in for another kiss.

Let's see -- breathing okay, not crying or anything, cheek-touching and kiss-seeking... yup, everything seems to check out! Felix leans right in to meet her and get back to the kissing and generally encroaching molestations. One of his arms wraps lightly around her waist after a minute or so, the better to guide her in the general direction of the lounge chairs.

Lilah is easily led toward the lounge chairs, and she leans up against him comfortably as they head that-a-way. She's quiet, not piping up to say a single thing, at least for now. But she *does* pull him in for another kiss, quick this time, as they near the chairs. And once that's done, she smoothes out her hair, still without a word.

Felix is all about that kissin', and the look he gives her when she stops to smooth her hair suggests that if he has anything to say about it, that's probably wasted effort in the near term. He only steps away from her when he reaches the chair he had in mind --a sunlounger whose straps have seen better days but thus far are still holding up -- so that he can sit on it; he keeps hold of her hand while he does, so he can tug her in by it and her hip to sit on his lap, facing him. A suitable position to kiss her again.

The look he gives her makes her lips curve upwards, a knowing sort of smile out of place on her. It's made less 'out of place,' however, by the rising flush to her cheeks. It's perhaps not notable at *this* point, but she keeps touching him, always running a hand down his arm, or stroking his cheeks. Or, as she settles into his lap, running her hands down his chest. She closes her eyes as the kiss continues, relaxed.

There are, unsurprisingly, no complaints about the touching. Not one! Felix seems more than happy to return the favour, picking his earlier handsiness right back up, this time slipping underneath the fabric they find. He's not particularly relaxed, but definitely not what one would call tense -- still fairly high on adrenaline and giving off even more of that sense of energy than baseline.

Lilah shivers lightly at the touch of his hands to her skin, and has no complaints about it, either. Not even one! She smiles against his mouth, and rubs her palm against his cheek before slowly beginning to pull away from the kiss. But it's not as though she's moving away; on the contrary, she presses her forehead against his, eyes still closed as she rubs his cheek.

Felix's eyes open when she starts breaking the kiss and not immediately repairing it, and he makes a soft, interrogative sort of "Mm?" when the replacement with forehead pressing becomes clear. Not that he stops anything else he's doing. The hand that's currently found its way down the back of her jeans actually draws her hips down a little more firmly toward his about the same time he inquires.

"Mm," Lilah replies-slash-agrees with a nod, as though that should answer all questions. And yet, when her hips are drawn toward his, she presses her lips against his again, firmly. Whatever reason she had for breaking the kiss, it seems to have passed, now.

"Mm." It does actually seem as though Felix feels that's settled things fine; he goes right back to the kissing and right back to working on adding 'fucked on a roof' to the list of 'I Never' rounds Lilah's going to have to drink on in future. Which fairly effectively fills the next, oh, 20-30 minutes or so, followed by some quite contented stretching out full-length (such as it is) and lounging on his part, arm around her, in the night air. When his breath is mostly normal again she probably feels the absent humming before she can hear any of it, even that close; there isn't much of it before he breaks into a wider grin and starts quietly and almost teasingly singing, "Hey there, Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away, but girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do..."

And there's probably so very little she has to drink on already that doesn't involve him! He is most likely the sole cause of her future drunkenness. Hopefully he feels good about that. (Of course he does!) Lilah has her eyes closed at the moment, cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat-- and then there's humming. She lifts her head up to peer at him curiously, at least until he begins singing. There's the expected deep blush, and then the perhaps unexpected, "Y'know ya don't hafta do nothin' to keep me, right? I mean." A pause, and her brow furrows. She's clearly not upset; it's more likely that she's having trouble with the words. "Ya don't have to paint the Caddy blue or *nothin'.*" Her teeth worry at her bottom lip.

Of course he does! Would. Will, probably. At least she knows for sure he's never going to beat her at that game, not that it was a worry. He still likes that blush of hers, too, if the further glint of amusement in his eyes is any indication. The remarks, though, are indeed clearly unexpected. Felix blinks, tilting his head, and the grin goes more quizzical. "It'd look good that way, though. An', y'know, cops wouldn't be lookin' for it." As if that were the relevant point. He's looking her face over when he says it, though, taking in the lip-worrying and all, and by the end adds, "...why? Whatcha mean?"

Lilah ducks her head a little, giving a shrug. Her teeth continue to rub against her lower lip, at least until she says, "Ya do a lotta stuff for me. Buyin' me stuff, an' sh-- an' always bein' so nice. Always, I guess, makin' sure I get my way. I ain't sayin' I don't like it, or nothin'. But it's not needed. Not at all. You-- I just. Hope you're taken care of, too. All the time. Cuz." She shrugs. "Just cuz."

Felix smiles, a true smile, and shifts position enough to kiss her again -- lingering, but softer than before. "Don't worry, doll. I don't generally do a whole lotta shit I don't wanna." A flash of the grin, "I'm kind of a dick like that. I hear." He un-musses her hair slightly, and settles back a bit again, though he's still looking at her. "I like you bein' happy. And I kinda like takin' care of you. 'cause you're mine, right?" He doesn't ask it as though he's worried about the answer.

Lilah returns that kiss, closing her eyes for as long as it lasts. She shakes her head as he says he's a dick; it's a negation of the sentiment, but she doesn't bother voicing it aloud, instead just watching him and giving him a soft smile. She leans in to kiss him softly at that question, and then nods her head. "Yeah. 'cause I'm yours." Her smile only seems to grow wider at that, her eyes never leaving his. She lifts up a hand to stroke her fingertips down his cheek, and then presses her forehead to his again.

There's no real reaction to the head-shake, but Felix didn't seem bothered with the appellation when he said it anyway. Mildly amused, if anything. He returns the kiss in kind, and her answer and the smile that go along with it get a mirroring one from him. "See, then?" he says, as if some argument of his had just been proven. He's quiet several moments, content to just cuddle like that a bit, before it occurs to him to ask, "...call go okay?"

"Yeah, a'right," Lilah says, in response to his 'argument' being proven. She doesn't seem to mind the quiet cuddling, and in fact looks up in mild surprise at the sound of his voice. The question has her ducking her head a little, and then she rests it on his chest. She's silent for just a little bit too long before she says, "...yeah. I mean. He weren't happy. But not mad, neither. ...I think it woulda been easier if he had been." That last tidbit seems to have just occurred to her.

Felix's hand moves to pet Lilah's hair in a soothing sort of manner when she ducks her head and there's that overlong pause, and it keeps it up when she answers. "How come?"

Lilah closes her eyes at the petting, nuzzling up against him warmly. She licks at her bottom lip thoughtfully before admitting, eyes still pressed shut, "I think it's what I expected? I dunno why-- I ain't hardly ever seen him real mad." Another long pause, then, "It's just worse when people's-- when they're nice about it. Cuz you can't get angry back. You can't say, 'Well screw you, too.' I mean, you can, but it'd make you a real dick." A faint smile, as she brushes a hand down his side. She's quiet for some time after that, brow furrowed, before suddenly adding, "He was real disappointed I went off'n did it without talkin' to him, or invitin' him an' the rest o' the family."

Her adjustment about whether one can say screw you to people being nice about things gets a quick grin, but no comment. Felix makes a bit of a face at her eventual addition, and kisses her on the forehead. "That sucks," he says, after another second or so. "Though, could be worse. Reckon you're prolly not used to people bein' disappointed at you, though," he says, tone sympathetic.

Lilah moves her head so that she can look up at him at the forehead-kiss, and nods that it could, indeed, be worse. She blinks at his last sentence, and then rests her head on his chest again, shrugging. After a moment, she asks deadpan, "Ain't never waitressed, have ya?" He gets a kiss to his chest, and then she manages a faint smile. "Don't matter. He ain't gonna disown me or nothin' drastic. An' I'm yours now, anyways."

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You sense Lilah is not just surprised at his last sentence; she's chagrined. She *definitely* knows the feeling, and knows it well. She's trying so hard to hide it, which is sort of interesting, given how very infrequently he's noticed her even trying to hide things. Her resting her head on his chest is a pretty obvious attempt to hide her face, and her deadpan question is meant to deflect anything he's noticed (such as that blink) into assuming she was thinking of her waitressing gig the entire time. Surely that's where she knows that feeling from, right?? On the plus side, she's entirely telling the trust about nothing drastic coming of this, and the thought of being all his is obviously a happy thing, since it alone seems to perk her up a bit.

Felix snickers. "Can't say as the little apron'd suit me," he says, "...but mostly I see people gettin' snappish and bitchy at waitresses, more'n disappointed. Anyway, they're only customers, so fuck 'em." Probably a better reason than the apron for him not to work as a server, frankly. Not that there aren't even better ones. "Ain't the same as people you give a shit about." He twines one of her curls around his finger, watching her. "...now, why would anyone ever be disappointed with you?" he asks surprisingly softly after a few moments, "I mean, aside from runnin' off with the likes of me?" The last question is lightly teasing, but the one before it isn't.

"That apron'd do wonders for yer girlish figure," Lilah teases right back, and then looks up at him in faint surprise at his question. Still, even the surprise is only faint; she's terrible at hiding things, and she *knows* it. Her brow furrows, and then she gently shakes her head. "Sometimes people're just... disappointed. Sometimes it's somethin' you done to disappoint 'em. An' sure, I felt that. But sometimes it's just... somethin' inherent to ya. Somethin' about how ya are... or how you're not." She lifts her shoulder in a shrug.

Felix may not win many awards for the sheer raw power of his intellect, but at least it's reasonably quick. Two plus two equals... probably four, more or less. "Ah," he says, still quietly, and gives her another kiss, this one the top of her head, since it's the closest target. "'s maybe worse, that way," he decides, as if having compared suitable incidents. "For what it's worth, ain't nothin' about you that disappoints me, at least."

Despite being obviously a little mood-dampened, Lilah can't help but look up at him at his last sentence, and she gets a soft smile on her lips. "Yeah?" she asks curiously, but rather than give him even a moment to answer, she lifts her head up higher to kiss the edge of his lips. She kisses his cheek next, and then murmurs, "Ain't nothing about you disappoints me, either. Promise. An' I don't see that changin' anytime soon." She reaches up to hug him tightly.

"Yeah," Felix replies, with a small, crooked smile as she's kissing his cheek. He wraps both arms around her and pulls her in closer when she hugs him, hugging back, and kisses her, taking his time about it. When it breaks, he smiles at her, and then lets go, tilting his head back, eyes closed, as he stretches -- toes pointing, hands pressing high above his head, over the back of the lounger. "Mm. We should do somethin'. You hungry? Kinda wanna have some dinner an' find a club..."

Lilah is definitely up for kissage, and she smiles broadly as she watches him stretch, a fond look on her face. "Dinner sounds real nice," she says without hesitation, but apparently it'll have to wait; she's busy kissing him again for a moment, before she starts to pull away. She's looking fairly satisfied and happy again, herself.