It was Felix, of course, an impatient stab of color in the gray light of the London morning. While he hadn't actively tried to avoid the Hobo Version of Will Silver lurching down the pavement, he had watched the Fae's approach with an active sense of dread. Felix was supposed to be fetching coffee and croissant for breakfast with Shannon -- not dealing with another Fae crisis.
"Will," he said sharply, snapping his fingers in an attempt to get the Prince to focus on him. Will had said they were kin (much to Felix's chagrin), so the wizard felt he had some standing here. "Look at me. How long have you been outside?"
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It was Felix, of course, an impatient stab of color in the gray light of the London morning. While he hadn't actively tried to avoid the Hobo Version of Will Silver lurching down the pavement, he had watched the Fae's approach with an active sense of dread. Felix was supposed to be fetching coffee and croissant for breakfast with Shannon -- not dealing with another Fae crisis.
"Will," he said sharply, snapping his fingers in an attempt to get the Prince to focus on him. Will had said they were kin (much to Felix's chagrin), so the wizard felt he had some standing here. "Look at me. How long have you been outside?"