How did the saying go? A dog always looks like its owner? Well, if only this 'dog' looked less intimidating. It was a normal day in school and you were standing near your locker, simply engaging in a conversation with two classmates. Simple small talk after school. You felt something, or more like someone behind you but you didn't mind much.

However, your friends seemed to mind just a little. They looked up and behind you, their faces indicating slight hint of fear. They hesitated before excusing themselves really quickly and walking away. You sighed, not again. With arms follded across your chest you turned your body to look at Felix standing behind you. He seemed to be oblivious to why your friends just walked away.

"..what?" He tilted his head, his arms crossed against his chest as he stared at you innocently.