Trippin'balls!Feliks might be my favorite Feliks yet
[Edward Cullen was in Toris' bedroom.
Feliks was in the living room, very calmly sitting on the couch, as if he was hesitant to move otherwise. He cautiously leaned forward to get a look into his roommate's room again. Yeah, there he was. He was waving back at him in that stoic, calm, yet pretty, vampire way that would have made Feliks swoon if the situation had been a little different...
"...hi, Edward." he said, seeing if he would get a response, "Are you, like, looking for Bella in Toris' bedroom?"
He didn't get a response.
"Oh... kay." Feliks sat back with a strange look on his face, maybe he shouldn't have put that cut-out in Toris' room, but it had made him feel better to have it there than just knowing no one else was in the whole apartment with him. Plus, it made it seem like he was roommates with THE Edward Cullen! He was beginning to see that Edward Cullen made horrible company, though...
There was a knock on the door.
Feliks gave the door a long stare before he carefully stood up. He eyed Toris' bedroom again to see if maybe Edward would deal with this, but he wasn't doing anything except just staring back at him. Feliks frowned. The vampire should be the one to deal with strangers at the door, not him! Geez!
He very slowly opened the door.
"H-hello..." he peeked around it.
And saw it was a pony!
He cried out, happily, "Hi, pony!"
The pony didn't say anything in return, obviously, it was a pony. They didn't do that unless they were from Ponyville of course... oh my god...
"Are you from Ponyville!?" he blurted out.
The pony just walked into the apartment as a response, but Feliks could've sworn that it had said 'no' which made no sense because the pony didn't even have a cutie mark and therefore couldn't talk or fly or do any of those cool pony things! This was just a regular pony, though it was pink and that made things a little better. Feliks shut the door with a sigh and watched the pony sit down in the middle of the living room.
He suddenly had that feeling this was the part in the situation where he should seek some kind of permission from Toris...
Feliks leaned over to look into the bedroom, "Edward, is it okay if the pony, like, hangs out for a little bit!?"
Edward just stared.
"Kay." Feliks answered, a little unsure, then looked back to the pony, "Do you know Pinkie Pie by any chance, pony?"
No answer.
"Do you, like, want anything to eat, pony?"
"Yes."
"Okay." he nodded and turned to the kitchen, "What should I make? Toris, like, told me not to touch the stove... for whatever reason."
"Hey, Feliks!"
Feliks blinked and hesitantly looked over to the counter. There sat a box of pączki, a box of talking pączki, all staring at him with big eyes. He put his hands on his hips.
"No." he responded, "I'm not allowed."
The pączki looked sad at that... somehow.
"No, no, no." he threw his head to the side, "I won't, you can't make me, not even if you cry, like, pączki tears, I won't, nothing you say will change my mind, nope, well okay, I guess it's alright, maybe just one." Suddenly, convinced that it was the best decision he'd ever thought of he reached out for the box with a huge grin on his face, eyes brightened.
Then, a small dragon flew out of nowhere and landed on top of it, glaring at him, menacingly and looking like it was about to spit flames.
Feliks screamed. He ran and screamed as he ran, past the pony and straight into his bedroom where he dove under the bed.
"Edward..." he muttered, "g-get the dragon..."]
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[Blog]
Edward Cullen is staying in Toris' room.
He's, like, such a bum, though!
There's a hungry pony in my living room.
The pączki are trying to trick me!
And there's a little dragon in my kitchen.
...
help.
(ooc: Strikes are fail locked... Oh gawd I practically just wrote a crossover fic with Twilight, wtf is my life coming to /headdesk)