“Oh, wow- color,” Felix said first, turning around on his current spot as he looked at the very decorated room. He liked how it look, he liked how very lived in the entire place was. He sipped some more of his beer, licking his upper lip clean of foam without a second thought. He didn’t know Wolf well, but he knew that the other man played tennis, and Felix always felt some kinship to anyone who played sports. He was a decent tennis player, but Felix was generally able to pick up any sport he tried at. Not that he was good enough to beat Wolf, who trained for it. But he could at least have held his own for a little while.
“My parents would never let me paint a room orange,” he said after a moment, looking over at Wolf and trying to stop himself from nervously downing the rest of his drink. After all, Wolf was a very attractive young man. And unlike Lukas, who was also good looking, he wasn’t a childhood friend who was more akin to a brother than anything else. In fact, the idea of being with Luke in that way would have made him scrunch his nose up and declare ‘ew, no’, even if he was in safe company. He turned around and faced Wolf, not really totally steady on his feet as he smiled, looking incredibly cute- like a dizzy puppy who had just chased his tail for a full five minutes.