[That huffiness tells Felix all he needs to know re: fear, in his humble opinion, but there's no sense in arguing about it? He just, you know. Offers a short, rude hum of acknowledgment as he turns back to his task, which is nudging over yet another box with the toe of his boot. Pointedly. He is indeed a man on a mission, thanks for noticing...]
Something I lost, [is his cagey response.] Why are you here?
[Short and to the point, as ever—and as he spares Eichi another look, a fat rat sees fit to dart out from underneath the box, making a run for the nearby shadows.]
If you're not scared of rats, [tone: doubtful] you obviously aren't fond of them.
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Something I lost, [is his cagey response.] Why are you here?
[Short and to the point, as ever—and as he spares Eichi another look, a fat rat sees fit to dart out from underneath the box, making a run for the nearby shadows.]
If you're not scared of rats, [tone: doubtful] you obviously aren't fond of them.
[Who is, Felix. Who is.]