We Are Full of Good Ideas

[skewedeyes]

Felix is currently sprawled limply in a chair in the kitchen, quite unconscious, with a bruise rising on his temple and another around his wrist. Good times with Felix Harrowgate, dysfunctional extraordinaire.

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[phedre_25]

Yay, we get to use the facepalm icon!

Phedre walks in the kitchen, and sees Felix with his bruises - she may or may not have spoken to Mildmay yet.

At any rate, she's facepalming. "I usually don't voice such things, but Messire Harrowgate, you truly do lack wisdom."

[skewedeyes]

Eventually he does twitch and open one somewhat red-rimmed eye to look at Mildmay. "--what?"

[milly_the_fox]

He lets out a relieved breath when Felix wakes up and sits back, taking his hand off Felix's arm. "You okay?"

[skewedeyes]

He blinks hard, once, a headache throbbing behind his eyes, and almost brings his right hand up to his temples, but stops that because even still it hurts. "--yes, I'm fine."

[milly_the_fox]

He doubts he'll get a straight answer but he asks anyway. "What happened?"

[skewedeyes]

Felix hesitates. "Someone got exasperated," simply, massaging his wrist with one hand and grimacing. "And they were just a bit more direct about it."

[milly_the_fox]

"And they left you knocked out in the kitchen." He pushes himself up and offers Felix a hand. "Come on, where's your room."

[skewedeyes]

He tries to get up on his own, but gives up on that fast. And holds out the left hand, wordlessly, as the right one is feeling a little sensitive. "Upstairs."

[milly_the_fox]

Mildmay pulls Felix to his feet, ready in case they won't support him. "I'd figured that."

[skewedeyes]

He locks his knees, even if feeling a bit unsteady, one does have some dignity to maintain. "I can get there," attempting for dry, but it comes out a bit petulant.

[milly_the_fox]

"Sure you can. I'm just gonna follow you to make sure you do." He's still waiting, in case he doesn't.

[skewedeyes]

Felix examines Mildmay a moment, frowning, mostly as an excuse to wait for his head to stop spinning. "...fine." As though he can do anything about it. Then room it is, dammit.

[milly_the_fox]

The way Felix agreed so easily only makes him more worried. "Okay. Where is it?"

[skewedeyes]

Felix thinks better of jerking his head in the direction of the stairs at the last minute. And considers just a moment. "Upstairs, I said. I can find my way there, I'm fairly sure."

[milly_the_fox]

"'Course you can, but I'm coming anyway."

[skewedeyes]

He makes a slightly exasperated noise but twitches his hair back and starts off. Putting deliberate confidence in his stride even if the headache just gets worse and his wrist feels nasty, because this is Felix.