In Which Feliks, Like, Totally Decides To Take Charge
"Toris, baby, stay still please."
"I didn't come here for you to pin fabric on me."
Feliks doubted that. Toris knew plain well that in agreeing to live with him he knew he would have to stand as a model for the clothes he was creating. He usually had Kat to help him, but considering her stature... Feliks ended up using himself most of the time and occasionally anyone else he could rope into his house.
"You totally did and you know it, hon. Now, like, stop fidgeting."
Toris let out a sigh as if this were boring, but stayed still. Just as Feliks knew he would. Toris was such a little helper! Feliks was very glad for it, because if he was unable to do this now he would probably go insane. He knew he was the go-to person for clothes. It was obvious. Some people (who, despite it being for Lovino and Antonio) had decided that they would go all out for this wedding and had put in orders. But Feliks kept waiting to hear what the plans for the wedding were and special orders for suits.
He would, like, give a discount! Antonio should just totally let him have a free day at the salon for a haircut, pedicure, manicure, facial... It would be fantabulous! And Antonio would never regret it!
So what the hell was taking him so long?
A knock on the door interrupted him. Feliks let out a whine, looking firmly up at Toris. "Don't move." With that he got off his knees and headed to open the front door.
"Feliks!"
"Feli!" Feliks hugged the Italian before pulling him inside. "Oh my God! I have not seen you since, like, the day before yesterday! What's going down?"
"I... think I got Lovino mad at me," Feliciano said, smile falling from his face.
"What? Why?" Feliks demanded, sitting Feliciano down on the couch.
"I offered to bake the wedding cake, but he said no!" Feliciano's voice ended on a very high note, hands wrung together in front of him. "And he wouldn't tell me what sort of patterns he and Antonio were deciding on!"
Feliks thought about this. The date of the wedding was coming one day closer every day, not farther. They had to be deciding on these things now. "What about their suits?"
Feliciano stared back at him. As much as Feliks knew Lovino could be very irritable and annoying to everyone who knew him, he usually could lighten up on his brother. I mean, please. They were brothers. If there was anything an only child learned about brothers in this town it was they all got along to an extent. Enough to beat each other up but stand up for each other against everyone else.
Hell if he understood why, but that was just what happened.
"I don't know! He just told me to go away!"
Something in Feliks snapped.
"That is unacceptable, like, whatever."
"Um... Feliks?" came Toris' voice from the other room.
"I think your brother needs a little help in his wedding, Feli. Whether he, like, likes it or not."
Notes:
In truth, being a designer is only one of the many things Feliks does. What can I say, he is just not the type to sit around and do nothing unless it has something to do with beauty care.
And Antonio does run the salon. Feliks tried to start one, but no one could stand it. I mean him. Antonio is very thick, but he can give a killer haircut. I mean that in a non homicidal way.
