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@felix-motherwell
Uh, I think I’m doing this right-
Hello! Felix Motherwell here! Eggy got me to make a tumblr account to match his (don’t ask me why, I’m not sure either). Happy to be here though! Feel free to send in questions about anything, just don’t be a twat :)
Hey, so sorry about ur parents.
It gets better bud.
(Hugs)
Oh, hey, uh.. thanks.
It- it’s not all bad, I guess. I mean, they let me still live in their house, but.. yeah I don’t know why I’m defending them to be honest.
My mum isn’t as bad as my dad, but.. yeah they’re both pretty bad either way. I mean I still love them, they’re my parents, I’m just.. yeah I don’t know. I’m tired, I really gotta get some sleep.
(Felix hugs back, biting the inside of his cheek as he feels water burning behind his eyes. No. He’s not gonna cry again today.)
Guys there’s a fucking bug in my bed what do I do I can’t squash it it’s too big and there aren’t any cups around me help.
Im sure Eggy can help you get it :))
Eggy lives like a twenty minute car drive away, plus I wouldn’t want to disturb him for a bloody bug. I got it in the end, don’t worry Luce.
oh shit, bug on the bed. that fucking sucks. if only there were a big strong blonde knight in a blue polo shining armour to save you.
I managed to throw it out the window, thankfully. I bloody hate bugs. They just freak me out.
Yeah, a strong knight would be nice. I’d never have to deal with bugs again, just get them to chuck ‘em out the window. Ha.
Guys there’s a fucking bug in my bed what do I do I can’t squash it it’s too big and there aren’t any cups around me help.
Listen dude, I know we don’t know each other all that much, but you’ve basically got to grab the ends of the sheets, and then pull it VERY slowly towards you. Then you take a tissue paper and sneakily grab it. Or, like, if you have any sort of thing to hit it with, and then you kind of pull it towards you and go all ham on that thing. But hitting it is more for ones without wings. Does it have wings? Oh, but if it’s like, a beetle, that’s harmless. You just slide a piece of paper under it and hurriedly put it in a potted plant or something.
Update; I somehow managed to trap it in a cup and chuck it out of the window. We good.
It looked like a weird fly, to be honest. Not a beetle. I would’ve just picked it up if it were a beetle.
I’m gonna sleep now, thanks for the advice Gary! I will be saving this for any future bug encounters.
Guys there’s a fucking bug in my bed what do I do I can’t squash it it’s too big and there aren’t any cups around me help.
It's times like these where I wonder where the fuck that Brony shirt Sally got me went
@finlay-chunderton-windsor
Yah know anythin' 'bout that, broth'r?
Why would Finlay know what happened to my Brony shirt
WHY WOULD FINLAY KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MY BRONY SHIRT
OI, FINLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
@finlay-chunderton-windsor
Oh Gentlemen please, please (although it is nice to be wanted)
Eggy I can assure you that I have absolutely NO idea where that brony t shirt of yours has gotten to, I was merely admiring it last time we were at yours
I'm sure Felix might have seen it around however since I've noticed he's taken to borrowing some of your clothes
( @lucky-lucy-mcgee What did you tell Rudy!!!!)
Felix wouldn't take my Brony shirt.
...right? ....
@felix-motherwell... You didn't take my Brony shirt, yeah?
Uhhhhhh……
No.. totally not..
Nope.
(Felix did, in fact, have Kyle’s Brony shirt.)
Hey Felix, what would you recommend to help with amnesia?
Uh, hey Hels.
Amnesia.. uh.. I mean I would recommend seeing someone about it. Probably a GP so they can get some more information about it, or call 111 if you need urgent advice. I’m afraid there isn’t an awful lot to just do in that regard. Amnesia’s a tricky thing.
This is quite sudden, though, mind telling me a bit more?
Well, it's Rupert.
He has virtually no memory regarding the stag, and I'm starting to get really worried.
I know something traumatising happened, I mean Toby’s dead! And Rupert's missing an ear! So I know it's probably just a trauma response, but still.
I just want him to be OK. And some answers about what happened on the stag, too, but no one's opening up about that.
(Felix pauses at the mention of the Stag, thinking back to last night and his transformation. He also thinks back to when Rupert transformed into that stag. That.. that’s probably why Rupert has the amnesia. Fuck.)
Yeah.. yeah. I can see why you’d be worried. Uh.. but, yeah. I think it’s probably just a trauma response from all the shit that went down.
(Felix is lying and he knows it, and guilt starts to pool in his gut. He hates lying to Helen, she’s his best friend, but he knows better than to start spilling all the shit that happened on that Stag; especially without telling any of the others first.)
He’ll be alright, Helen, I promise. I can talk to some of the psychiatry guys from work about amnesia to try and get some more information about it if you want?
Yeah, I'd appreciate it if you did.
(She looks him in eyes.)
Could you tell me anything about the stag? Literally anything? Please.
(Felix’s eyes bored into the ground, nails picking at the skin of his fingers - an old habit he had whenever he was nervous. Or guilty. Or both. In this case, it was both. He couldn’t tell her, not without talking about it properly with the others first. A sigh clawed its way out of Felix’s throat as his shoulders deflated in defeat.)
..I can’t, Hels, I’m sorry. I-I.. (sigh) Me and the rest of the gang really need to talk about it properly first. I don’t really think we even know what happened, it-.. it’s a lot.
(He wants to curl up into a ball and die. He hates the fact he can’t talk to Helen about any of it. She deserved to know more than anyone.)
..I’m sorry.
I... see.
(Helen squares her shoulders slightly and tries to put on a neutral expression, but it's obvious she's hurt.)
I don't know what I expected, my own brother won't tell me what happened, so why did I expect you to?
(Her voice breaks slightly.)
Just, just tell me that you're all safe now, right?
(Felix feels like the shittiest person on the planet right now, his bitten nails drag along the skin of his hands. The nervous habit suddenly coming back.)
(He nods at the last part of the question, not fully trusting his voice at the moment.)
Yeah, yeah. We’re safe, I promise.
We’re all gonna talk about it soon, and as soon as we do I’ll tell you everything, I promise, Hels.
(Helen doesn't believe him.)
Right. Well. Let me know what the people in the psychiatric department say.
(She turns and leaves, barely holding back tears.)
Helen, wait—
(Felix’s words don’t come out in time, and by the time the words have left his throat, Helen had already slammed the door behind her. Leaving Felix lingering in the silence of his own home.)
(He could only thank whatever was looking down on him that his parents weren’t home. He did not want to deal with them right now. This thought was only reinforced when he felt tears pricking in his eyes, threatening to spill over the longer he stood there staring at his door like an idiot.)
God fucking—!
(Felix pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes as he walked away from the front door. He felt like the shittiest man on the planet. He’d just made his best friend cry. He had a stupid crush on a straight man. And he was so, so tired.)
Hey Felix, what would you recommend to help with amnesia?
Uh, hey Hels.
Amnesia.. uh.. I mean I would recommend seeing someone about it. Probably a GP so they can get some more information about it, or call 111 if you need urgent advice. I’m afraid there isn’t an awful lot to just do in that regard. Amnesia’s a tricky thing.
This is quite sudden, though, mind telling me a bit more?
Well, it's Rupert.
He has virtually no memory regarding the stag, and I'm starting to get really worried.
I know something traumatising happened, I mean Toby’s dead! And Rupert's missing an ear! So I know it's probably just a trauma response, but still.
I just want him to be OK. And some answers about what happened on the stag, too, but no one's opening up about that.
(Felix pauses at the mention of the Stag, thinking back to last night and his transformation. He also thinks back to when Rupert transformed into that stag. That.. that’s probably why Rupert has the amnesia. Fuck.)
Yeah.. yeah. I can see why you’d be worried. Uh.. but, yeah. I think it’s probably just a trauma response from all the shit that went down.
(Felix is lying and he knows it, and guilt starts to pool in his gut. He hates lying to Helen, she’s his best friend, but he knows better than to start spilling all the shit that happened on that Stag; especially without telling any of the others first.)
He’ll be alright, Helen, I promise. I can talk to some of the psychiatry guys from work about amnesia to try and get some more information about it if you want?
Yeah, I'd appreciate it if you did.
(She looks him in eyes.)
Could you tell me anything about the stag? Literally anything? Please.
(Felix’s eyes bored into the ground, nails picking at the skin of his fingers - an old habit he had whenever he was nervous. Or guilty. Or both. In this case, it was both. He couldn’t tell her, not without talking about it properly with the others first. A sigh clawed its way out of Felix’s throat as his shoulders deflated in defeat.)
..I can’t, Hels, I’m sorry. I-I.. (sigh) Me and the rest of the gang really need to talk about it properly first. I don’t really think we even know what happened, it-.. it’s a lot.
(He wants to curl up into a ball and die. He hates the fact he can’t talk to Helen about any of it. She deserved to know more than anyone.)
..I’m sorry.
I... see.
(Helen squares her shoulders slightly and tries to put on a neutral expression, but it's obvious she's hurt.)
I don't know what I expected, my own brother won't tell me what happened, so why did I expect you to?
(Her voice breaks slightly.)
Just, just tell me that you're all safe now, right?
(Felix feels like the shittiest person on the planet right now, his bitten nails drag along the skin of his hands. The nervous habit suddenly coming back.)
(He nods at the last part of the question, not fully trusting his voice at the moment.)
Yeah, yeah. We’re safe, I promise.
We’re all gonna talk about it soon, and as soon as we do I’ll tell you everything, I promise, Hels.
Hey Felix, what would you recommend to help with amnesia?
Uh, hey Hels.
Amnesia.. uh.. I mean I would recommend seeing someone about it. Probably a GP so they can get some more information about it, or call 111 if you need urgent advice. I’m afraid there isn’t an awful lot to just do in that regard. Amnesia’s a tricky thing.
This is quite sudden, though, mind telling me a bit more?
Well, it's Rupert.
He has virtually no memory regarding the stag, and I'm starting to get really worried.
I know something traumatising happened, I mean Toby’s dead! And Rupert's missing an ear! So I know it's probably just a trauma response, but still.
I just want him to be OK. And some answers about what happened on the stag, too, but no one's opening up about that.
(Felix pauses at the mention of the Stag, thinking back to last night and his transformation. He also thinks back to when Rupert transformed into that stag. That.. that’s probably why Rupert has the amnesia. Fuck.)
Yeah.. yeah. I can see why you’d be worried. Uh.. but, yeah. I think it’s probably just a trauma response from all the shit that went down.
(Felix is lying and he knows it, and guilt starts to pool in his gut. He hates lying to Helen, she’s his best friend, but he knows better than to start spilling all the shit that happened on that Stag; especially without telling any of the others first.)
He’ll be alright, Helen, I promise. I can talk to some of the psychiatry guys from work about amnesia to try and get some more information about it if you want?
Yeah, I'd appreciate it if you did.
(She looks him in eyes.)
Could you tell me anything about the stag? Literally anything? Please.
(Felix’s eyes bored into the ground, nails picking at the skin of his fingers - an old habit he had whenever he was nervous. Or guilty. Or both. In this case, it was both. He couldn’t tell her, not without talking about it properly with the others first. A sigh clawed its way out of Felix’s throat as his shoulders deflated in defeat.)
..I can’t, Hels, I’m sorry. I-I.. (sigh) Me and the rest of the gang really need to talk about it properly first. I don’t really think we even know what happened, it-.. it’s a lot.
(He wants to curl up into a ball and die. He hates the fact he can’t talk to Helen about any of it. She deserved to know more than anyone.)
..I’m sorry.
Hey Felix, what would you recommend to help with amnesia?
Uh, hey Hels.
Amnesia.. uh.. I mean I would recommend seeing someone about it. Probably a GP so they can get some more information about it, or call 111 if you need urgent advice. I’m afraid there isn’t an awful lot to just do in that regard. Amnesia’s a tricky thing.
This is quite sudden, though, mind telling me a bit more?
Well, it's Rupert.
He has virtually no memory regarding the stag, and I'm starting to get really worried.
I know something traumatising happened, I mean Toby’s dead! And Rupert's missing an ear! So I know it's probably just a trauma response, but still.
I just want him to be OK. And some answers about what happened on the stag, too, but no one's opening up about that.
(Felix pauses at the mention of the Stag, thinking back to last night and his transformation. He also thinks back to when Rupert transformed into that stag. That.. that’s probably why Rupert has the amnesia. Fuck.)
Yeah.. yeah. I can see why you’d be worried. Uh.. but, yeah. I think it’s probably just a trauma response from all the shit that went down.
(Felix is lying and he knows it, and guilt starts to pool in his gut. He hates lying to Helen, she’s his best friend, but he knows better than to start spilling all the shit that happened on that Stag; especially without telling any of the others first.)
He’ll be alright, Helen, I promise. I can talk to some of the psychiatry guys from work about amnesia to try and get some more information about it if you want?
Hey Felix, what would you recommend to help with amnesia?
Uh, hey Hels.
Amnesia.. uh.. I mean I would recommend seeing someone about it. Probably a GP so they can get some more information about it, or call 111 if you need urgent advice. I’m afraid there isn’t an awful lot to just do in that regard. Amnesia’s a tricky thing.
This is quite sudden, though, mind telling me a bit more?
How do you feel about Rudy asking Lucy out?
I think it’s cute! I kind of noticed Rudy making eyes at Lucy during the Stag, so good on him for working up the courage to ask her out.
Wish I had that courage.
How do you feel about Kyle?
Uh.. Eggy? He’s great! He’s one of my best friends. He’s probably the one of the first guys (along with Finlay and Rudy, obviously) that I actually feel comfortable around, other than my old friend from med school.
Yeah, he’s a really good.. friend. Yeah. Friend.
@kyle-eggy-egerton with your song, mate! ...don't mind the lyrics, it's mainly the Doctor part and the overall energy, haha...
Oh! Yeah, obviously haha..
It’s a good song! Maybe I should try and find a vinyl of it..
So Felix, how's meeting Rupert's friends been?
Heard you got really close with Eggy recently.
This is @helenhoal-soontobejones btw.
(Had no idea you could also colour the @.)
Oh, Helen! Hey! How are you? God, it feels like I haven’t spoken to you in ages.
Uh, yeah, yeah, meeting Rupert’s friends has been great, actually! Uh, they’re all a lot of fun, which is surprising seeming as I don’t get along great with most people.
Uh, Eggy? Uh, I-I mean yeah, he’s great. He’s.. different to what I’m used to, but good different! He brings me out of my comfort zone a bit more, he’s fun to talk to, he’s a great..
(Felix pauses for just a second, before nodding to himself.)
..friend. Yeah, a great friend.
(Helen smiles knowingly.)
That's good to hear! It's always nice seeing you socialising.
Did Eggy tell you I invited you both for drinks?
Oh, no, he must’ve forgotten to mention. I’d love to come though!
Great! Let me know your work schedule, and we'll arrange something.
[Sorry, I didn't see this till this morning, tumblr hid it from me.]
Great! I’ll send it over now and pray for no more surprise night shifts.
(The notification that Felix has texted Eggy pops up on Eggy’s phone; it reads:)
Hey Eggy, uh, I know you probably won’t read this until the morning but I needed to write this before I get back to work (and before I forget how the whole thing I’m texting you about actually happened).
I kind of.. transformed into a fucking bear in the middle of my shift. I was able to hide before it happened, so no one saw me, but yeah. Kinda scared me a bit. I’m telling you this because I was kind of still a bit worried about you and I think that might’ve been what set it off? (Not your fault though! I was just thinking it over!)
So.. I guess I was just kinda re-checking in? I know you’re probably asleep right now, but just reply whenever you get the chance! :))
-@felix-motherwell
(It's quite early in the morning when Kyle looks at his phone, smiling as he sees a notification from a certain "Dr. Bear", but that smile quickly turns into a slight frown as he reads the message emotions warring within him)
First of all, Mornings to you, Fels.
And oh, shit, Lix - You okay? I'm gonna be honest, mate, I didn't even think you could still do that after the stag. That... that's rough.
(Kyle pauses, rereading the message as his fingers hovered over the keyboard, and he raises an eyebrow)
You were worried about me? I mean, I'm good, so far, the hallucinations haven't returned, but... you were worried about me?
(Felix. Felix was worried about him. Jesus Christ, Felix was worried about him. AND he sent the smiley-face again. With two brackets?! What was that fucker playing at? Was there any chance that... no. Eggy wouldn't even entertain that thought. Besides, he was probably just being friendly. Probably sends those to everyone, right?!)
And, hey, you're probably also gonna be asleep right now, but...
(he hesitates, before finishing mustering up the courage to continue)
If you need to talk about the bear thing, I'm here, yeah?
:)
(Felix picks up his phone as soon as he’s awake - unhealthy habit, yes, but the notification from a certain ‘Egg man’ makes him dart for it.)
Morning. :)
And yeah, I’m okay. Honestly? I didn’t think I could either, which is why it frightened me quite a bit. It might be to do with like.. excessive stimuli or emotions? I’m not sure.
I mean- yeah obviously I was. The hallucinations you mentioned kinda seemed out of the blue and that isn’t usually normal. It’s good they haven’t returned though! But yeah, Eggy. You’re one of my best friends, of course I was worried.
(It’s far too early in the morning to be feeling disheartened, but Felix’s face crumples slightly as he uses the word ‘friend’. God, it was stupid.)
Yeah, thanks Eggy. And obviously I’m here for you too, for anything, really.
:)
