[Felix waves a butterfly away from his face like it's a mosquito and glances up at the stranger.]
I'm not tired.
[He winces at the sound of his own voice, terribly raspy from a dry throat. But he takes the warning seriously and stands up, grimacing at the malaise of uncomfortable arousal and dehydration headache.]
no subject
I'm not tired.
[He winces at the sound of his own voice, terribly raspy from a dry throat. But he takes the warning seriously and stands up, grimacing at the malaise of uncomfortable arousal and dehydration headache.]
But fine. How do I get out of here?