Felix eyed the switchblade near his eye. Inappropriate bodily reactions aside, he acknowledged that this was, really, a dangerous situation. He couldn't possibly win this. He was severely lacking in the brute strength department. When Felix took down bigger and badder, it was with intelligence, cunning, stealth and careful preparation. None of that meant anything when the cards were already stacked against him.
Did his powers prevent eye loss? He had a gut feeling that it didn't, and he wasn't about to find out, no matter how arousing the prospect of getting his eye yanked off and cut off by a handsome psychopath was (god help him). He didn't feel fear, more greatly inconvenienced and disgusted at having to get a prosthetic eye.
"Would you really cut my eyes out? They're so pretty attached to my body." He batted his eyelashes. He had no power here, he knew, but he wasn't about to be bullied. He needed some semblance of control behind his sharp tongue. He studied Jett's face. He didn't know about his intentions, but it was becoming clearer and clearer that he didn't have any ulterior motives past chatting.
They were in the mall basement and he was threatening Felix at knifepoint. To chat with him. He really did attract the weirdos.
"You really want to get to know me, do you? Why? I can't say a man's ever crashed an elevator for me, but I'm flattered." He considered the request, turning it over in his lips, eyebrows furrowing. "I'm not that interesting. I'm twenty-eight, Hindu, a Pisces. My favorite color's blue. My favorite book is Siddharta by Herman Hesse. My favorite band is October Project. I graduated Starlight with a degree in Criminal Justice and a doctorate in Criminology, though I was originally in the Fine Arts course. I have a cat named Mittens and he has the cutest paws you'll ever see."
This was all idle chatter, of course, carefully watching if this was the sort of information Jett was looking for. He tipped his head back, exposing his neck and giving Jett a once over. "Is that seriously why you crashed the elevator? You know, we can just make out if you want."
Did his powers prevent eye loss? He had a gut feeling that it didn't, and he wasn't about to find out, no matter how arousing the prospect of getting his eye yanked off and cut off by a handsome psychopath was (god help him). He didn't feel fear, more greatly inconvenienced and disgusted at having to get a prosthetic eye.
"Would you really cut my eyes out? They're so pretty attached to my body." He batted his eyelashes. He had no power here, he knew, but he wasn't about to be bullied. He needed some semblance of control behind his sharp tongue. He studied Jett's face. He didn't know about his intentions, but it was becoming clearer and clearer that he didn't have any ulterior motives past chatting.
They were in the mall basement and he was threatening Felix at knifepoint. To chat with him. He really did attract the weirdos.
"You really want to get to know me, do you? Why? I can't say a man's ever crashed an elevator for me, but I'm flattered." He considered the request, turning it over in his lips, eyebrows furrowing. "I'm not that interesting. I'm twenty-eight, Hindu, a Pisces. My favorite color's blue. My favorite book is Siddharta by Herman Hesse. My favorite band is October Project. I graduated Starlight with a degree in Criminal Justice and a doctorate in Criminology, though I was originally in the Fine Arts course. I have a cat named Mittens and he has the cutest paws you'll ever see."
This was all idle chatter, of course, carefully watching if this was the sort of information Jett was looking for. He tipped his head back, exposing his neck and giving Jett a once over. "Is that seriously why you crashed the elevator? You know, we can just make out if you want."
What was with psychopaths and this weird fixation with his eyes? He could've sworn he remembered Toby mention he wanted to put it in a jar, too. Felix frowned. "See, if you did that, I'd have to cut off your dick, and that would be unpleasant for you, wouldn't it?"