[Action] Oh me, oh my...
[It took him awhile but he finally found the store... and after finally doing so, and getting what he wanted with his well earned five dollars, Feliks pranced his happy self home. The second he walked through the door he yelled to see if Toris was home. Without waiting for an answer he ran around to each room in case Toris somehow hadn't heard him, but there wasn't any trace of the other being there. He stood alone in the kitchen for a moment while he processed that, looking lost and confused, before he remembered what he was holding! Doing an emotional one-eighty he hefted the two bags on to the counter with a huge grin. Then, quickly went to open one of the drawers to find the biggest spoon they had. He examined it, closely, and found it was too small for the task he was about to do.
So, he found a ladle instead.
He stood back holding it, like he'd never held one before, and looked at the cartons of milk he'd bought. He unscrewed the lid of the first one and leaned it over the counter a little so it fell into the ladle, though it seemed to go everywhere but there. Feliks just ignored that because he was too concentrated on getting any of it to stay in the ladle at all, but by some random act of fate he was eventually able to.
He sighed in content. He liked this idea and was glad he was doing it since it was a tradition. He felt it was needed since it would help tell his future! Which meant that first... First, he should go and return the favor to Hippie!
He headed over there as carefully as he could, full ladle and all, making sure he didn't spill any even though it was quite the task. He eventually reached the door and, making sure he didn't tip the ladle while doing so, reached over to knock on the door. He couldn't wait to share this with Hippie!
Though, Hippie didn't answer the door... Hippie didn't answer the door AT ALL. It was some scary faced... giant, looming over him. Feliks had a split second thought of 'maybe this isn't such-' before he flung the ladle up in surprise, smacking the milk in the other's face.
He stared at the man for a moment, wanting to laugh, but then saw... that face. He let out a shaky, worried laugh instead, before he turned tail and scurried home.
He raced back to the kitchen of the apartment, realizing that his brillant idea had just failed... but he still had the apartment and Toris to try the tradition on! He filled the ladle again. Then, eyed the ladle and eyed the ceiling. Eyed the ladle, eyed the ceiling. His grin brightened.]