THOUGHTS THAT ARE BROKEN ☆ felicity

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felicity!![div style="opacity: 70%;"]@felicifire

Personally, Felicity could not give a fuck about who the other members in the group were. It wasn't something that ... endeared her to people. Which was sort of the point, actually -- Felicity didn't care about people, so either they didn't care about her, or they hated her for her snarky comments. It's not like Felicity cared. She'd arrived to prove she could settle down for Sheska, and she was staying for her brother, not whatever fucking weirdos lived here.
It was rare the black serval separate from her brother long enough to interact with anyone else at all. But it seemed that today, she made an exception.
"Did I wake you up?" Felicity asks, not regretful at all. Who fell asleep outside, uncovered? When they had their own house? Felicity couldn't imagine it, being so unprotected. Stupid ... weirdo ... with his stupid eyes and stupid blue fur. What sort of person had blue fur? Her mom had always said that their family was rather unique in appearance, but then came this fucker --
She's being a little mean, actually. She doesn't really mean it -- it's not like he's done anything to provoke her yet. If anything, she was curious.
"You're one of the, uh, newcomers, right? Fe mentioned you," She yawns. She'd been pestering her brother to tell her about stuff she missed, simply because Felicity thought it was relevant to her endless quest of hovering and pestering her brother. "The fuck were you doing sleeping outside? And what's with the accent, anyways?" Her tone was hard to place. Almost judgmental, but at the same time more genuine than anything.
Let it be known. Felicity has never peacefully asked questions in her life, and she had no clue how to start now.