[ If people mattered, Felix wouldn't kill them as easily as he does. He might feel a tiny bit of remorse or guilt or something for all the things he's done. But he doesn't. Because people don't matter.
Most of the ones that did are dead. Or standing here in the kitchen with him. Or destroying his house. Is it a problem that Leon is more of a person to him than actual people? Felix doesn't know. He doesn't really care either. ]
But I like messing with them. [ He scrubs a bit vigorously at the sap, taking care not to pull Locus' hair, then picks up the paper towel and wipes up the mess. ] And I like that you get attention.
[ Dropping the paper towel, he starts separating strands of hair to make sure there isn't any residue left. So far, so good. ]
I know you don't like it and I don't mean people bugging you. I mean the appreciation. You act like you're some kind of, I don't know, Gúta or something and I keep hoping that all the lustful staring will get through to you eventually. You're a good looking man, Sam. You need to stop thinking you aren't.
[ All the hair checks out. Felix smoothes it all down, fingercombing it back into place. ]
Sap's out. [ He pats him on the shoulders. ] You should probably wash your hands now. Before you handle the ornaments. Or the cookies. You have to at least try the cookies and the eggnog. Twenty-first century Christmas rules demand it.
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[ If people mattered, Felix wouldn't kill them as easily as he does. He might feel a tiny bit of remorse or guilt or something for all the things he's done. But he doesn't. Because people don't matter.
Most of the ones that did are dead. Or standing here in the kitchen with him. Or destroying his house. Is it a problem that Leon is more of a person to him than actual people? Felix doesn't know. He doesn't really care either. ]
But I like messing with them. [ He scrubs a bit vigorously at the sap, taking care not to pull Locus' hair, then picks up the paper towel and wipes up the mess. ] And I like that you get attention.
[ Dropping the paper towel, he starts separating strands of hair to make sure there isn't any residue left. So far, so good. ]
I know you don't like it and I don't mean people bugging you. I mean the appreciation. You act like you're some kind of, I don't know, Gúta or something and I keep hoping that all the lustful staring will get through to you eventually. You're a good looking man, Sam. You need to stop thinking you aren't.
[ All the hair checks out. Felix smoothes it all down, fingercombing it back into place. ]
Sap's out. [ He pats him on the shoulders. ] You should probably wash your hands now. Before you handle the ornaments. Or the cookies. You have to at least try the cookies and the eggnog. Twenty-first century Christmas rules demand it.