[FONT="]Felix’s left eye brow was twitching in an arching manner, he was aggravated a bit by the situation; he was expecting to be surrounded by a room full of heavy hitters, and to be in rather deep trouble because he somehow made their job a lot harder.
Instead he was being called away from where he was undoubtedly going back.
“Wunderbar…” Felix sighed with annoyance before looking Frost dead in the eye.
“Espionage, [/FONT][FONT="]although I’m still kind of new to it[/FONT][FONT="], and I was trying my hand at recruitment just a few moments ago…” he sighed, his voice dropping to a low mumble for a moment and then picked back up again before he continued “The meta I’ve been traveling with, with the goal of recruitment, she’s a lovely lady, long black hair, very light complexion, crimson eyes. She knows me as David Fletcher.” He trailed off begrudgingly. “Her name is Laura Vioricta…” he said tiredly, before walking over to a table, taking his backpack off, and dumping out the largest compartments haphazardly onto the table, not caring if anything fell off.
“Now, unless someone has a better idea, I’m going to: Get some ice cream, and a few other odds and ends that would interest a person of my apparent age. Then I’m going to get a gray and white wig, someone nondescript clothing that would look like my grandma would where, some gloves, makeup kit, some tacky old, think, sun glasses; and a collapsible cane that is a bit too short and will make her have to hunch over a bit, like a little old lady, to use it. All these things I will then put into my backpack and into a large bag that will be topped off with the odds and ends, walk back into the hotel, go back into the room, try to explain everything to Laura, teach her to lean on the cane like she needs it, highlight every little wrinkle in her face, without going too heavy handed, and, needless to say, convince her to go along with this despite me not being entirely forthcoming with her until NOW!” he said, ending in a soft, frustrated, shout. He breathed in deeply, and then breathed out again, resisting the urge to throw a hissy fit while he calmed back down
“This said it would be best if we did not need to complicate things with a random veritable like a taxi”
He glanced over to Uomo and added “If a man came to a hotel to pick up his mom and nephew, nothing odd in that, is there?” he commented before glancing around realizing ‘wait-a-minute! I can have some of them do some of the leg work![/FONT][FONT="]’[/FONT]
[FONT="] Felix grinned devilishly with the intent of feeding his own slothfulness as he looked towards Mr. Frost and walked near, looked up at him and asked. “I don’t suppose you would mind getting the costume parts of it for me, would you?” Felix asked in a drippingly sweet voice; he was trying to get Frost do some of his work and he did not mind being blatant about getting the kid to do his work for him. [/FONT]
