Totally Not Rude [Felix]

Felix was sick no doubt about it, the recent flu season had hit him hard leaving him bedridden for a while, causing him to miss school. The sickness bringing bouts of extreme cold that made him shiver, to extreme heat, causing him to sweat. Right now he was dealing with the chills, his teeth chattered as he sat sniffling on the couch, a blanket haphazardly thrown over him, he watched TV.

Thanks to his sickness, the lack of communication from his gang, and the large amount of time he had to himself it wouldn't be a stretch to say he was bored out of his mind. Which he was. Incredibly. Owning only basic cable, he was stuck watching reruns of shows he'd seen hundreds of times before. 'Is this hell?' He wondered, pondering his meager existence, before he heard intense banging at his door.

He jumped to his feet, Felix's instant reaction was to get the fuck up outta there. His mom was most definitely still at work, and wouldn't smack their door like that; he glanced at their window. It was at least a three story drop, he contemplated if he could survive it in his sick state. But he didn't get much time as the door was knocked open! Felix took up a pathetic fighting stance, trying to sound as intimidating as he could; which wasn't very intimidating at all.

"Who are you, Hyperion? RIOT? Come to take me out while I'm weak; I'll tell you I won't go out easy."

He meekly rushed the intruder in nothing but his heart patterned boxers. He hadn't even bothered to look at or listen to the intruder in his sick delirium. Suddenly Felix's foot would get caught on his carpeted floor, sending him stumbling arms reaching out for support-- onto the kids shoulders. Felix leaned on him, both his arms resting around the surprisingly short boy's shoulders in a sort of hug; he breathed heavily, resting his head on top of the kids. He was too tired to move, the short distance had been too much for him.

"Pl-please don't kill me." 

Felix slumped against the wall in partial shock as he numbly held the papers given to him . . . "You're not mine either." He muttered dryly, laughing slightly at his own joke. It took a lot out of him-- laughing that is, and he was soon leaning against the wall for support as he noisily coughed, his body shaking seemingly on the verge of collapse after each cough. But just as quickly as it started, the coughing fit stopped. Breathing out in relief he looked up to where the boy, 'Sage.' he reminded himself; had been, only to find he wasn't there.

Felix stared at the empty space in shock, his sick brain seemed to be trying it's hardest not to think, because it took a depressingly long time for him to realize the boy had left. Suddenly he was hit with an awful burning smell, the boy's last words finally hitting him. "Oh shit."

Dropping the papers, he staggered slowly, almost zombie-like; using the walls as supports slowly making his way to his kitchen which was smelling worse and worse by the second. He shoved the handle out of the burner forcibly, burning his right hand in the process. He bit his lip, screaming internally as he turned down the stove. Felix was a usually laid back guy, he could get a bit intense when he was having fun; but aside from that he genuinely didn't take anything too seriously. Even still he gave his best death glare to the boy looking for cups. "Do you even know what tea IS!" Felix exclaimed.

He felt frustrated, his hand starting to throb from the burn. He leaned against his kitchen counter, breathing deeply. This was a person from school, they had come all this way and he would try his best to be an accommodating host-- even if he did feel like passing out. He felt his frustration lessen enough for a genuine smile, "What kinda tea is this anyway?" he joked, looking imploringly down at Sage.

Felix stood, mouth agape, as he tried to understand what the hell this kid was talking about. Cornflakes were a natural herb? But the kid's confidence in this fact almost swayed Felix to believe him. Almost. 'What the hell is this child?' He would wonder as he was handed a concoction that had a consistency similar to mud. Strangely enough it didn't even smell that bad, but that only made Felix more suspicious of whatever the hell it was.

His immediate reaction was to dump it out in the sink, but looking up at Sage, the kid seemed like he seriously wanted him to. Felix blushed, looking down at it. He watched as a small bug fly onto the rim of the cup, the steam from the substance wafted over to it . . . and he watched it fall over and die. He looked back up to Sage with a straight face, 'Looks like I'm going to die.'

He closed his eyes before taking a deep breath and knocking back the drink. The feeling of it going down his throat was enough to make him want to gag. Lumps of mushy warm cornmeal slid into his mouth as he choked it down. And with a final herculean effort, he swallowed. He was shocked . . . it actually didn't taste that bad. Aside from the texture of the soggy cornflakes, if it had been blended he could see him drinking more of these. Though whatever he had been given was FAR from tea, like the boy thought.

Despite in a span of only minutes he managed to almost burn down his kitchen, he opened his mouth to thank the boy. "Hey uh .  .  . it was good. Thanks." He offered a simple thumbs up and an awkwardly over enthusiastic smile. As he spoke he couldn't help but notice the burn on his hand was getting worse, but did he really want to risk grabbing a plastic bag to put ice in it. And he didn't want to ask. Looks like he'd have to stick it out. It was burning much worse now, in a terrible attempt to hide it, he laid his palm flat against his leg, wincing every once in a while. 

Felix blushed slightly at Sage taking his hand, "I- It's nuthin." 

(It's not that I like you or anything b-b-b-baka).

He sighed as the boy looked over his wound and started digging in his fridge; without permission, not that the boy cared. 'Great now I'm being treated by the crazy person.' Felix was expecting the kid to pull out the Aloe Vera they kept in the fridge . . . but mustard? And apparently the kid was a damn Bio Chem major or something. He was too shocked to care anymore, his brain had given up immediately trying to understand his guest, simply going into 'go with the flow' mode as his hand was placed in the mustard. He gasped out in surprise, the mustard itself felt surprisingly good on top of the pain from his burn disappearing almost immediately.

He found himself looking down, a profound guilt washing over him. He was being awfully judgmental of someone who came all the way out here for him. He couldn't bear to look Sage in the eyes, his own eyes glued to the spot on the floor by Sage's feet before raising his gaze. "Hey uh . . . sorry about ea- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

He watched in horror as his mom's favorite pot was thrown out the window. The pot's life flashed before Felix's eyes; his first bite of oatmeal as a child, bubbling stew from the family reunions, making rice, making ramen. That pot had lived a beautiful life but now that was over . . . or was it? He rushed to the window, the mustard in the bowl was expired so instead of his hand leaving the bowl when he moved, the mustard was set like cement, Felix's hand was stuck inside the bowl. But that wasn't important he had a pot to save!

His arm shot out the window like a bullet reaching-- reaching . . . and nothing. Felix grabbed at air, watching as the pot fell down to the pavement below and hit an innocent passerby down at street level in the head. Thankfully they were okay, but they were shouting all sorts of profanities up at the building unaware of which floor the pot had fallen from, and Felix planned to keep it that way. He wordlessly closed the window, turning to Sage; his right hand still stuck inside the bowl, his gripped his boxers. "Why did you do that." He spoke quietly in a small voice.