crying out for more - sand castles

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Feliks recalled a time in his life where he would've destroyed the castle and the other's hopes of having a creative outlet. He'd been apart of a place that hadn't treated him well due to his outspokenness, and with an unwillingness to leave he'd vented his frustrations out on the warriors. Calling them out for being subservient, fighting with them and spitting at them, it was all messy business that he believed had been necessary... eyeing up the sand structure par of him still thought it was. There were problems in the Typhoon that an older him would've poked at until they got fixed or he got exiled, growing lazier with age certainly was a problem when every bone of his body screamed at him to work hard like he used to. I don't want to though, he'd help the clans in some ways but Feliks was done breaking his back in search of change.

For once, the gryphon found himself disagreeing with Bakugou's statement, a short chuffing noise escaping from a smirking beak when he came to a standstill. The group's getting softer, it was a sentiment he made clear when dealing with alliance business and allowing this to go on almost seemed hypocritical but truthfully... Feliks would've done to same to get his mind off of the nasty stuff going on. Childish or not, everyone needed an outlet to deal with stress and he'd rather it be something innocent than going on a murder spree. It was certainly less harmful than Feliks' way - he tended to just visit groups to piss them off. "You ever see that super fancy art on the beaches where people make massive turtles and shit? I'll get you whatever the hell you want if you make one of me," he encouraged daringly, curious to see whether or not the other would take the challenge.