Damn, That Voice

"What are you doing?"

Feliks blinked, turning away from his plans to see Elizaveta. "Oh... I totally left the door open, didn't I?" He chewed his gum thoughtfully.

"Yeah." The woman nodded, arms folded across her chest. "Feliks. What is that?"

"You don't seem in a really good mood," Feliks commented. Elizaveta sighed.

"Roderich has been... but never mind that."

"He's been wh–"

"What. Is. That," Elizaveta repeated for another time.

"This?" Feliks gestured to the white bed sheet that he had pinned up on the wall, paint still drying where he had put it. "This is, like, my plans for the town hall." He grinned, patting a dry area with a flourish. "Doesn't it look, like, fantastic?"

"You're painting it?" Elizaveta blinked.

"I know! Isn't it totally cool?"

"You couldn't just plan it out normally?"

"But... how would I have shown all of the colours that I, like, wanted to suggest?" Feliks questioned. Hell, it was the best plan he had ever come up with! Toris helped a little, but Feliks came up with most of it. Four different sheets, four different angles, hand painted by both him and Feliciano. It totally covered everything. Once Sadiq said it was okay, they would show it to Antonio! Then they would do it! It was perfect!

He had been beginning to think that this wedding was going to be boring, but now that he was planning it, not only was it not boring, it was totally the most elaborate outfit Feliks had ever put together! He was thinking about changing career choices now. Wedding planner. It fit him to a T. Everyone would most definitely be at his doorstep then. There would be a lot more weddings in Hearth in an instant once they saw what he could do to a wedding!

"It is, like, the best way to show all of my suggestions! Antonio can't wait to see it!"

"Antonio?" his friend asked as she blew some of the hair out of her face.

"Well yeah!"

"Sadiq?"

Feliks blinked. That was weird, for a second he thought Elizaveta's voice sounded rather angry. Elizaveta was only angry around people like Gilbert though, so it had to be his imagination. "Well? What d'you think of it?" Feliks gestured at everything. He watched as Elizaveta's eyes draped over everything, an eyebrow slowly raising on the right side of her face.

"Honestly? It is a artful masterpiece."

"I know," Feliks nodded, blowing a small bubble.

"But an architectural nightmare and ridiculous. You can't do this. Not for a wedding, not in real life!"

Feliks blinked. Honestly, he liked Elizaveta. Eliza and he were such good friends, but... she was rather dull sometimes. Only let her imagination stretch so far. Feliks could only do so much to change that, not with a one-sided effort. "Just watch me, sweetie. I have everything, like, totally worked out."

"Painted on bedsheets?" Elizaveta's voice rose again. Feliks looked at her strangely.

"Is something wrong? You are sort of being weird, Eli." He missed her answer, however, when he heard the door open again. "Sadiq, you made it!"

"Y'did call..." he started, tipping his hat slightly further down on his face before he stopped. "El... you?"

"Sadiq."

"'kay, I didn't miss that tone." Feliks put his hand on his hip, staring straight over at Elizaveta. "What's up now?"

"Remember what I said to you?" Elizaveta said to Sadiq, for some reason ignoring Feliks, her voice suddenly sugar sweet. "Remember what I said I'd do if I ever saw you again?"

Okay... weird. Feliks did not know that the two of them had known each other ever. In a place like Hearth, where Feliks liked to hear all of the gossip, to have missed something like this was catastrophic. It made a man feel bad about himself. It even made Feliks feel bad about himself. And so he found himself mostly watching the next few moments with interested eyes.

Sadiq stood there for a few moments. "Yeah... something about flayin' me alive and removin' my spine through my nostrils."

"And guess what's happening now?"

Sadiq was backing around the wall. "Hey! You are so not smearing that paint!" Feliks exclaimed. "Eliza, girl, you need to go."

Elizaveta pointed between her eyes and Sadiq a couple times, the whole 'I'm watchin' you' message made clear across. Feliks pushed her out and wheeled about to look at Sadiq. "What was that all about?"

Sadiq gave a smile. "No idea."

Feliks blew a bigger bubble, which popped in front of his face. "I don't believe that one stinkin' bit."

But Sadiq did not elaborate. It was the most torturous time of Feliks' life to not know. Still, he had time to get it out.

And he would get it out.


Notes:

Poor Sadiq. I believe this town is really bad for his mental health.