“i’m not pissed off,” felix assured -- though the words were spoken with a roll of his brown eyes, and a petulant kick of his trainer to the brick wall of the pub. he made no effort to hide the scowl on his face, lips twisting into a frown as they pulled on a cigarette. “jus’ go back in, don’t want to keep your new friend waiting.” he’ll tell you he wasn’t jealous, either. just found it a bit cringe, really -- some specky maths student trying to chat you up, practically salivating over you. he couldn’t help but scoff at the image, flicking ash onto the gravel with a shake of his head.