[ It's not that he despises roadtrips or anything of the sort. Driving is calming in a strange way, even with the horrible drivers out there. ( Because, ultimately, no one is worse than Felix and Locus has survived his driving. ) He likes the planning part, the math of it between the milage and the gas and accounting for stopping before reaching their destination. It's sedate and boring. Just like he likes. Unfortunately for Felix, Locus has long since learned how to properly tune him out and he does from time to time on the trip. Especially during the singing parts.
He thinks this trip might actually go smoothly and he's almost excited at the thought of arriving to the hotel they've booked, getting settled and then maybe getting something to eat before doing some lowkey, relaxing activity. But, no. As usual, Felix has other ideas. Locus knows he could say no—he says no all the time—but there's really no reason to. They made good timing and they aren't that much further from their final destination. Everything else can just be shifted back. It isn't as if check-in is any earlier than three o'clock. So, he relents easily and parks in the garage.
It's only when the ticket is tucked safely in his pocket and they're out on the street that he gives a decent sort of verbal reply more than just an acknowledging grunt. One hand is tucked in the pocket of his coat and for all intents and purposes he looks completely casual. Locus slants a look in Felix's direction and it can likely be inferred exactly what it looks like even if he's wearing sunglasses. ]
Let me get this straight. [ His tone sounds just a touch incredulous. ] You, Felix [ Isaac Gates ], want to get ice cream and walk along the river.
[ It's not a question. But it is so also totally a question. ]
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He thinks this trip might actually go smoothly and he's almost excited at the thought of arriving to the hotel they've booked, getting settled and then maybe getting something to eat before doing some lowkey, relaxing activity. But, no. As usual, Felix has other ideas. Locus knows he could say no—he says no all the time—but there's really no reason to. They made good timing and they aren't that much further from their final destination. Everything else can just be shifted back. It isn't as if check-in is any earlier than three o'clock. So, he relents easily and parks in the garage.
It's only when the ticket is tucked safely in his pocket and they're out on the street that he gives a decent sort of verbal reply more than just an acknowledging grunt. One hand is tucked in the pocket of his coat and for all intents and purposes he looks completely casual. Locus slants a look in Felix's direction and it can likely be inferred exactly what it looks like even if he's wearing sunglasses. ]
Let me get this straight. [ His tone sounds just a touch incredulous. ] You, Felix [ Isaac Gates ], want to get ice cream and walk along the river.
[ It's not a question. But it is so also totally a question. ]