Felix held very still, but if the new pixies only wanted to touch his clothes, he could accept that. Pixies, he had learned, might be quite mischievous and a bit of a handful, but very rarely were they actually malicious. Whatever Felix feared in his aversion to touch, he didn't fear it from them. So, dusted faintly with glitter, Felix found an open chair and slid it up to the table, folding himself lazily into it.
"Moss, Soot, welcome to London," he said pleasantly, though he knew he wasn't going to get far with the sort of polite conversation he might try with anyone else. "What sort of adventure are you on today?"
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Date: 2017-08-13 04:09 am (UTC)"Moss, Soot, welcome to London," he said pleasantly, though he knew he wasn't going to get far with the sort of polite conversation he might try with anyone else. "What sort of adventure are you on today?"