Exert with Felix in it
it’s sort of an exert, special for @brittanyisart . hope you like it my dude!
I pace the room as we listen to the boots outside. They are heavy, just like may heart when Alyssa…NO! move on from her, you idiot! She is dead, you hear!? Get it through you thick skull!
I look up at Tann. She is smoking her pipe and looking through the cracks of the metal. She looks like such a skinny creature right now. I could overpower her easily and take charge of this mission here and now.
“Psst-hey!” I spin and my tail flicks but it’s only Felix’s shadow in the dark. He must have followed us like the nervous form of Davix that is also pacing the floor. “Don’t dare, he will kill you.” I hate it when he does that. He reads my mind and calls it like it is. I growl. Tann hears it.
She throws back her messy blond braid onto her dark tan skin as her head flicks in my direction. “Hey!” she whispers, “No fighting in there!” Good. She misunderstood. If I’m going to fight anyone, it’s going to be her. She will never see me coming.
Now, though, is not the right time. Felix was right as always. So I go and sit down on a pipe next to Felix. In our matching leather jackets, boots, and similar haircuts, some people say we are twins when we sit close together, minus my wings, horns, and tail. You would think we were, with his ability to know what I was thinking. Nope. I adopted him as my little brother when we worked the stalls together.
Davix growls next, scratching at the holes in his head where most people have ears. “How the fuck are we EVER gonna get outta here with our heads?!”
“Sssh!” Tann whispers at him. “Pax will bail us out.”
Davix groaned at the thought of the conman helping us again. He had made clear his feelings for him. Davix is scratching at the holes in the sides of his head still. His dark skin, darker than Tann’s, almost lets him blend into the dark completely, if not for the light gray skull and crossbones on his shirt. He begins to bite at his nails as he paces. “He will just get us into more trouble! That no-good-thieving-son-of-a-bitch!”
“Sssh!!” it was Tann again, blowing out smoke from her metal joint. I don’t think that thing has left her hand or mouth in years, she may have even been born with it. Family heirloom anyone? “Just shut your trap and stay low.” As she crouches to the floor and everyone in the cargo space follows suit. I have only one instinctive thought. I will be meeting Alyssa very soon.
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