Who: Lennon and Felix When: shortly after 11 Where: the mill Warnings: Lennon and Felix (naughty)
There was a very light drizzle in the air as Lennon and Felix finished up the short walk from the lodge to the mill, but Lennon wasn't complaining. He had the hood of his hoodie up, and he normally might not have worn it on a day like today but he'd had things to carry. The Sharpies he'd asked for to go with the ones already in Felix's room were in a pocket, one of the bottles of lube he'd requested was in the other-- because yeah, it was highly likely there'd be some kind of shenanigans-- and he was carrying the Velvet Goldmine VHS tape. He'd decided to leave the other one at the lodge for now in case he wanted to watch it with Marco sometime soon.
This day felt different somehow, and he'd be hard pressed to explain exactly how but he felt it anyway. Strangely enough, it seemed like being moved here had shaken a lot of them out of their routines. Lennon didn't see that as a bad thing. The one he'd been stuck in hadn't been so good most of the time. Now here he was reaching out more, having adventures-- although he could have done without the burned dead body of it all-- hanging out with a guy who'd been here not as long as Lennon but a considerable time but they'd barely connected at all before being here. He usually saw everyone every day and he couldn't have said anything like that before.
Sure, he'd rather not have been abducted and he'd rather be home in close proximity to his family. But he wasn't, and he was feeling more and more like he could deal with that if he had to.
"Wonder if I'll get my damned Mello Yello with dinner?" he mused. "Tobias and Marco didn't get their food asks either. Did you ask for anything like that?" He couldn't remember from the lists people had posted.