"That's a little fucked up," Felix called, sounding more amused than bothered as he rounded the corner of the building barefooted to meet them. He was clad in his somewhat-faded camo cat shirt, his sunglasses, a pair of bluejeans rolled up nearly to his knees, a cigarette tucked bruins his ear, and holding one fairly content looking little bunny in the crook of his arm.
He gave Lennon an open once-over first, grazed over the others, then landed his gaze on Kiley. "Thoooough, if you're going for any of the bigass prizes I say post that shit on the network. Let the competition worry about Dory, and...I dunno...fuckin'... Fish Douglas, or whatever. Want me to grab anything?"