Feliks woke up late to an empty apartment. He also woke up in a pillow fort. It was a pillow fort of grumpiness. Last night had been the literal worst. Firstly, Connor and Eva weren’t around for reasons too gross to think about. Secondly, neither was anyone else apparently. Benj hadn’t even come by to crash on the couch! To make matters worse the fancy shmancy gala he’d been planning on sneaking into got cancelled. Who cancels a gala?!
Okay, full disclosure, the host had died, and it was a tragedy, and a totally legit reason for cancelling a gala, and he absolutely shouldn’t complain. But still.
He spent the night
alone. With his thoughts, and his pillow fort of grumpiness.
He had been stalwartly avoiding such an occurrence for some time because he really didn’t need to have so much time to think things through. Okay, maybe he did need it, but he certainly didn’t want it. Because when he’d finally finished fishing out every pillow in the house, finally finished making a comfy cave-nest, finally turned himself into a blanket taco person in his temple of fluff, he was forced to finally think things through. He wasn’t too happy about the conclusion he’d reached.
Feliks needed to move. For financial reasons, and so he could get over the ickness of Connor plus Eva. But it was totally mainly the financial reasons. Because sure, maybe he could come up with rent if he worked his butt off till the months end. But still. School was kinda a thing he kinda needed to do, and he kinda wasn’t doing it. Maybe if he gave up going out he could do both, but that wasn’t going to happen. Merg. He just, well, he just needed to figure out what do and where he was going to go. Not go as in new apartments, although yes that was a thing as well, but go as in go in life. He needed to find his thing.
Feliks sighed grumpily and uncurled from his blanket taco before carefully crawling out of his fort. Blinking angrily at the sun he got dressed and meandered into the kitchen to make coftea and check his phone.
Smiling at the group messages and a text from Didi he sent off a few replies as he waited for his drink to finish brewing.
Re: Di re mi
Ah yes, I have seen his calls. I fear that he has fallen for me and I must break his heart, for I must run free and wild like the majestic praire dog. Our time together was glorious, but we must each move on.
But speakn of wld lovin…Claire? You tap that yet? Because rly, needs to have happened like yesterday.
Re: The group
Be at Ryans in 10, and by lunch you mean breakfast right?Feliks grabbed his completed mug of coftea and headed towards the door. When he got to the threshold he sighed, paused, and pulled out his phone again. He really needed to discuss all the whatnot with someone.
To: Kip
Hey, so ik stuffs weird and whatnot b/c me. But can we talk soonish? Putting his phone away Feliks headed out to Ryans. After a short but delightfully distracting walk filled with interesting conversations with street randos Feliks reached the restaurant. Upon entering and striking up a conversation with the hostess he was directed to a large table where Natalya was sitting with the same dude who’d dumped his beer on her at the recent b-day party.
“Hey dudes,” he smiled as he slid into a seat across from Nat, “
Glad to see you got all your whatnot sorted.” Turning to the sketchy new guy Feliks held out a hand,
“I’m Feliks by the way. S’nice to meet you- your presence is going to make this lunch much more interesting.” 
