felix always has something in his mouth. he needs something between his teeth. you’ve brought up the idea of him having an oral fixation multiple times, yet every time you do he gets grumpy with you. a cigarette, a lollipop, his ring, a necklace. anything he can fit in his mouth goes in there. you’re staying at saltburn, lying in bed next to him. he’s chewing anything he can get in his mouth.

“can you sit still for like 5 minutes?” you scoff, closing your book, unable to focus with the distracted boy sat next to you.

“i am sat still.” he grumbles, putting the drawstring of your hoodie in his mouth.